tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173901385886441832024-03-14T10:59:10.386-07:00Jackson FamilyKimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-57938564019897565722013-06-09T00:04:00.004-07:002013-06-09T00:04:35.862-07:00Blog, say what?January! According to this thing called my blog I haven't updated my little online public journal since January. So many moments and memories and frustrations and good times and ordinary days and funny things the kids say that I haven't<br />
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written down and now they are forgotten. Sad.<br />
I wanna know how the bloggers do it. How does one clean your house and take care of your kids and do the laundry and run to the store and plan out and prepare for your callings, and pickup kids and run them to this activity and that activity and this other activity and this other activity and plan a family home evening and make sure they practice their piano and deal with the temper tantrums and teach them life lessons and have those one on one moments and do your visiting teaching and clean up puke from whichever one of your kids gets sick who then spreads it through all the other 5 kids and sometimes your husband, and take them to the dr office for their well checks or their broken bones and make sure everyone has their shots caught up and visit the dentist and make sure they are registered for this and that and and make a healthy breakfast lunch and dinner, and fit in some time for traditions and parties and birthdays and holidays and mail this package here and make this return there and find a good deal on this and that and exercise and shower and shave ones legs and get your kids haircuts and clean your house again and make sure the bedding gets washed and clean the car and wash the messy hand prints off the walls and mop up the spilled juice or the melted Popsicle and make sure homework is done, chores are helped with, toys are cleaned up, tears are wiped away, the backyard gets cleaned up somewhat, band-aids are applied, and school projects are researched and put together and turned in, and baths are given, prayers are said, scriptures are read, loves are given, threats are made, and by this time it is your bed time--- WHERE THE HECK DOES ANYONE EVER GET TIME TO BLOG????? Right now I'm suppose to be figuring out the best way to teach a fathers day song to the primary kids tomorrow for them to be ready to sing in sacrament meeting on fathers day, but I've hit a wall and looked on my blog, saw it was wonky, and thought, I should blog. at 10 pm. on a Saturday night, knowing that Daniel has meetings at 630 am, and is speaking in sacrament meeting tomorrow, and I have to get the kids ready for church by myself and have this singing time ready to go and be there by 9. hahaha. Wow- life is a little bonkers. Maybe it's not life. Maybe it is just me. I'm bonkers. How do bloggers actually find time to blog?<br />
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So, since January, Daniel had a birthday, Benny had a birthday, my truly awesome wonderful generous father came down and helped us with more home improvement projects-(replacing the flooring in our kitchen, repainting the entire house again, adding a bench into the master shower, making more shoe shelves in the garage, and moving the fireplace up, creating a bench and mantle and limestone wall around it. He then watched our kids overnight as we were headed to Tahiti (Christmas gift from Daniel) before Brooke could take over. We went to Tahiti- Moorea and Bora Bora- best vacation ever! I should have done a blog post just for that alone- it was magnificent! Then Tommy turned 1, Joshy turned 2, Ben graduated preschool, James graduated Kinder, Ky and Ty finished up 5th and 3rd grades. Somewhere in there Ty advanced to green belt in taekwondo, James is gonna be following hopefully next week, Ky & Ty are back in piano with a superb teacher, Ky got sent to the county science fair, had her seaworld field trip with Daniel and the 5th grade, she has been taking sewing from a gem of a friend, our garden has been more plentiful this time around, Daniel has been busy, but manages to still help me with everything. Ty got his bear in scouts. James has 2 aquatic turtles since crawler went missing. Joshy broke his clavicle, just like James. THe 3 oldest finally got over their fear of no training wheels in regards to their bikes, and now we enjoy family bike rides whenever we can manage. We got to spend a super quick weekend with my fam for our annual family reunion, and got to meet Christies baby boy. Such a cutie- makes me baby hungry. Johnny and Lala had their sweet baby girl that we hopefully get to meet in July. The 3 oldest boys had a blast at Father and Sons. We make a quick day trip to Mesa to take Daniels mom out for mothers day as she was there visiting Daniels uncle the day before mothers day. We got back home sometime after midnight and since i was leading the primary kids in the mothers day song in sacrament meeting, all hell broke lose that morning with trying to get the kids ready for church, and we made it to church with barely 5 minutes before i went in to lead the song(the poor primary president was kinda freaking wondering where the heck I was), which none of my kids sang as Ty had a melt down as soon as we walked into the building and ran away, so Daniel went after him, James was mad that ty had yelled at him, so he ran off the other way, Joshy chased after Daniel, Kylie went chasing after Joshy, and i had Ben hold tommys hand in the foyer as i had to go into the chapel to do the song. HAHAHAH- oh the memories of that mothers day!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">last day in bora bora</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Taekwondo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Josh sportin his shades</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James showing off one of our cucumbers</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kylies science project had to do with cookies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ben isnt quite willing to take off his training wheels yet</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">baby brothers</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bens preschool graduation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"bapa?" "what buddy?"</td></tr>
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And now that it is 12, I am gonna have to stop. Peace out!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-1995734503335007022013-01-06T20:17:00.001-08:002013-01-06T20:17:19.962-08:00new yearNovember & December flew on by. Will someone please slow time down.<br />
We had a nice Thanksgiving in town thanks to one of the coolest families around. Then December brought about my birthday, which Daniel and the kids made into a spoil mom all day event. I loved seeing my kids bursting with excitement to give me their gifts. How sweet they are, and how very sweet my Daniel is.<br />
We went up to UT for my darling cousins wedding, and then Daniel flew home while the kids and I got to spend that next week with my parents. Sadly my mom works insane hours so we only had evenings with her, but we gladly take anytime we get with her. Joshy sure does love his "ba-pa", and would go around calling out for "ba-pa" all day long.<br />
The weekend before Christmas, Daniel flew back in, we picked him up and went to his parents & they sure did spoil us all up there. I dont know that they will ever want to go out to eat with our family again though cuz my kids extreme sleep deprivation made each of them emotional basketcases and all Daniel and I could do was laugh because it was the most extreme case of emotional meltdowness we've dealt with at a restaurant. It was good to catch up with them while we were there though, and the kids just loved all the crafts grandma & grandpa jackson had for the to do.<br />
We had a wonderful Christmas Eve with all but 2 of my brothers & their families, but got to see all but 1 of my brothers on Christmas. I loved the white Christmas and all the traditions and loved loved loved being with family. How I miss being around my parents and siblings and their families. I simply adore my nieces and nephews. <br />
We made the never ending drive back here. That was wild, and then got home and got hit by the flu and a sinus infection and ear infection and boy that was no fun to deal with.<br />
But we are all alive and well and the kids go back to school tomorrow, and we jump back into the routine, which is good and kinda sad. Time marches on.<br />
Kylie is growing up so fast on me,and i love this girls creativity. Toast is such a good kid & the head-butting he & I have struggled with for a while hasnt been happening lately, which makes me happy. He is showing more self control with his reactions and I love that about him. James and I are kind of in the phase that frustrated me so much when Ty was 6-8. So Im hoping it is a stage. James will be so so sweet and helpful, but if he gets offended, then wow does he react like a hot head and man does it take some serious self control on my part to not react by yelling at him which only would serve to escalate his hotheadedness. But im trying to focus on the positive with him, so let's say whenhe is good, he is very very good! Bennie is as bright as ever- such a sponge right now. Joshy is the toddler in charge. He has us all wrapped around his finger and knows it. Tommy has yet another tooth, and I suspect he will be walking before long. It breaks my heart that his first year will be over before I know it, and to think i am not gonna have a newborn again is just killing me- but having another might just kill me too, isn't that just a catch 22.<br />
Here's to hoping 2013 will be all that we hope for it to be.<br />
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<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-24724272212242641752012-11-06T18:24:00.000-08:002013-01-06T18:58:55.659-08:00Keeping upSeems like I've totally dropped the blog/journal ball. So I'm gonna vow to do better so when I have dementia in a few years my kids will have some sort of record before then.<br />
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Summer was kind of a bummer as we mostly stick around here in the 115+ degree weather; so my little boys who have endless amounts of energy bounce off my walls & couch instead of running around outside. So sad. We need a summer home in Utah. Someday. But we did get to go up for a quick trip to bless my Tommy-boy. His namesake was in Lake Powell, but his other favorite uncles and both grandpas were there to hold him for his blessing. Just like Joshys though, I didn't hear a word of it. Grrrrr. But hey, at least he is blessed and has his name on the church records right?</div>
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The kids did pretty good with our routine &job charts & workbooks as it led to an afternoon of activities inspired by pintrest. We didn't make it to the pool at all as I was pretty sure that would have led to my demise with all 6 kids by myself. Maybe next year I will be more brave. Probably not. but time will tell.</div>
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The kids started school and I think their teachers are just right for their individual personalities. James was so hesitant to start Kinder, but he is doing so well. I am so thankful he has such a sweet teacher. Tys teacher recognized that he was having a hard time seeing the white board& recommended we get his eyes checked out. Daniel took him& they both had an eye exam, and now they both have glasses. Kylies grade is rotating teachers for the different studies & that's been interesting. Bennie started preschool at the treehouse, and loves it. So on Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays, I only have 2 of my babies for a couple of hours. On rare occasion they take naps at the same time & I can get my house clean, but most of the time one wakes up right after I put one down. But then i get individual time with my little ones, so that's nice. </div>
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Ty& James started TaeKwonDo back when school started & it has been good for both of them. my boys have no interest in sports so Ive been frustrated trying to figure out someway to get them involved in something & my Daniel ended up meeting this guy when he was doing a class for realtor's on self defense, & we've been so happy with how it has worked out. They have earned their yellow belts and they both are doing well.</div>
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Kylie didn't want to do gymnastics again, & i cant convince her to do swim team, or dance of any sort, nor does she have any interest in any sport either. She is dying to learn how to sew though, & wants to take art classes, but i have NO idea where to find real art or sewing classes for her in Yuma. We are also trying to find her a piano teacher still & find it very frustrating that Yuma seems to have such a lack in things like that. Chances are I just don't know where to look, but the searches i have done haven't led me to any more clues on where to look. Blah.</div>
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Daniel had quite a frustrating time trying to find the right assistant, but finally did, and we both love her. She came over with her 2 daughters about a month or so after starting with Daniel & sent us on a real date. (it had been months!) bless her heart. And since then, her oldest daughter has babysat at least once or twice a month so we have actually have date nights. I LOVE IT!</div>
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We celebrated our 11 year anniversary back in August, right after school started & had gotten tickets for Wicked in SLC a year before, & as luck would have it a sweet cousin was getting married that same weekend, so we had to do some juggling in regards to having grandma taking care of the babies as she had a wedding dinner and the wedding itself to go to. Thankfully Reed& Allyson were so wonderful to help out on Friday night, then Christie took on Kylie, James & the 2 babies for a few hours during the wedding. Isaac was a trooper and let Toast& Bennie come hang over there during that time too. so it all worked out and Daniel and I had a great weekend. We went to the Timp temple and reminisced about that day 11 years ago& funny enough got asked to be the witness couple- which we have only been a couple of times in our married life. Oh how I miss going to the temple. How I wish we could get even a mini one in this town. We stayed at our favorite place in Park City, had a nice dinner, slept in, did some shopping, and LOVED Wicked, then got to visit with extended family that I rarely get to see, at my cousins reception. How fun that was! then we got up and made the treacherous never ending drive back here to the dang heat.</div>
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Daniel, being the sweetheart he is, gave me a large canvas with one of our wedding pictures and the words to our song printed in the background. I love that man! The trip was suppose to be our gift to each other, but he always goes & does something so sweet like that. Wow, I really got lucky in having his as my eternal companion. </div>
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Kylie celebrated her 10th b-day back in September. after a busy family birthday day, she had a few of her besties get pedicures & then DQ to continue the celebration the day after. </div>
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Toast turned 9, right after her & was happy with his celebrations too. He wanted an angry birds cake- but wanted it to be the "bomber-guy"- um, not quite sure who the bomber guy was, but Ty was happy with how it turned out, so alls well. </div>
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we celebrated Jamesys bday less than 2 weeks after tys. He wanted to do a friend party, but I wasn't able to pull it together enough to help him plan it-(sleep deprivation, endless laundry, helping the oldest 3 with homework, trying to keep the house clean, meals made, and running the 3 oldest to the various activities they have all week--yeah, we drop the ball on a lot of things. Sad.<br />
Ben is still just reading like a champ, and loves preschool. He is my little tender heart and man do i love that about him. He is just our loving little guy amid all the wrestling and "boy stuff"</div>
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Joshy keeps us laughing and keeps us on our toes with his ever growing monkey climbing on everything skills. He is communicating more and more with new words each day, and we all love that. He has also covered our walls with many of his art masterpieces. His new thing is taking off his pants when he gets mad. Cracks me up. </div>
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Sweet Tommy has 4 teeth, crawls like a champ, is into the eating anything his siblings drop on the floor phase. His favorite thing to do is blow raspberries. I love him!<br />
I was released as the teacher in yw's, and called to be the primary music leader. Broke my heart to say good bye to my girls-(and funny enough my last lesson was on a holiday weekend, so only 3 of my girls where even there that Sunday- sad)- and boy do i miss seeing them on Sundays, but I do think the primary music is where the party is at. I love the primary songs and feel like a good part of my testimony was influenced a great deal by the truths shared in those songs. and the kids are just so dang funny.</div>
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We repainted our office, changed the layout up and repainted the bookshelves, one of the desks, and filing cabinet. It was quite a project since we have so many little kids that need me every 5 minutes and Kylie didn't want to entertain the babies for very long, so the house was a mess for what seemed like forever, but we finished it up and now our office looks like the greek flag- wasn't my intent, but it is funny and I like the different look.<br />
Halloween was weird this year. Our stake boundaries were changed & they ended up splitting our neighborhood in 2. Wasn't too happy with that change, but the only thing i can do about it is change my attitude. easier said than done. Anyway it made the trunk or treat unusual cuz instead of seeing the old ward family, it was mostly people we didn't know & i always feel so socially awkward when i don't know people & we go to a gathering like that. oh well.<br />
so there is the update.<br />
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Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-19075241540986665242012-06-19T21:22:00.000-07:002012-06-19T21:22:47.787-07:00ketchupTake a blog break and blogger goes and changes the format all around. I like to stick with what i know. oh well.<br />
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so Daniel came home early today and took the 4 oldest to a movie so I could take a nap as Ive been hit by some dang bug and feel like death, but just as i was gonna close my eyes my littlest decided he had enough of a nap, so I figure I can feed him with one arm/hand, and type with the other and can play catch up as fast as i can.<br />
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So biggest change since my last post ..my sweet Tommy-boy made it into the world. there were some crazy things going on during the past several months with my own health (bunch of tests, procedures, specialists, drugs trying to deal with all the unusual symptoms i was having, which they eventually just grouped into my "severe anemia"- and the worst part was having an anaphalactic shock reaction to the iron IV- not cool!), so I was extremely scared when I went into labor, but in my heart I know my Father in Heaven blessed me with my own miracle, and everything was perfectly miraculously amazingly fine. The scale that weighed my Tommy was off, as he weighed in at 7lbs 6 oz then 24 hours later weighed in at 5 lbs 10 oz. His pediatrician figured he weighed 5"12, so he is my littlest of them all. He is a sweet little guy, who is now smiling for anyone and everyone who talks to him. Joshy absolutely adores him and gives him "loves" a hundred times a day. It is so so sweet. Tommy is like Joshy was in regards to sleeping..he has his nights and days mixed up. But I am just so in love with my little guy. Everyday is overwhelming with the responsibilities I face, but I do recognize the tender mercies given each and every day, and even though some days I am ready to run away, I do love these babies of mine, and i am so thankful to my loving Father in Heaven who has blessed me with this guy and with the other 5 kiddos as well.<br />
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Joshy turned 1 in May. He is just growing up too fast. We got him off bottles before Tommy was born, but when he sees Tommy chonking down, he throws these adorable little fits(and i really do think they are adorable cuz he goes into this fake cry and when he sees me laugh he starts to smile, but then quickly catches himself and fake cries again..so dang funny) and as soon as I put the bottle down to burp my littlest, Joshy snatches that thing so fast and runs away to do some bottle chonking of his own. Silly goose. He LOVES being outside, and runs to the door anytime he hears someone open it just to get out there. This past week he has figured out how to open the door himself. yikes. He is quite the little busy body, especially at church. we are in the "doing laps around the church during Sunday school" phase with him. And during the week, he tries to keep up with all the big kids. When they are running around, jumping off the couches and love sacs and yelling, Josh is right there behind them trying to do the same things. He has a sweet little heart, just like Bennie, and anytime someone gets hurt or is sad, Joshy goes right up and gives them Loves by laying his head on them. Oh how i love that.<br />
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Bennie has taught himself to read. he is my genius child. He turned 4 back in March and the kid reads. And while I did some letter recognition and letter sounds with him back when he was 2, i haven't done much in the past 2 years. yet the kid sees a sign as we are driving around town and reads it to me. This summer I have printed up a bunch of worksheets for the kids to keep their minds from turning to mush and to keep the "I'm bored!" phrase at bay somewhat, and in his and Jamesys workbooks I have a bunch of lists of sight words and figured Id help them memorize a set of 8 sight words a week during this summer break, and my funny James just hates doing it with me and I struggle to get through the 8 words with him, yet Bennie has gone through every single list without me even telling him what they are. The kid is just brilliant. He has such a tender heart and says the sweetest things, and I think, Oh I need to write that down, but never do and now that i am actually blogging and I'm trying to recall some of the things he has said, I'm drawing a blank. But man, i just love that kid.<br />
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James graduated from his preschool and is going to be starting Kindergarten. He and I have been struggling lately. The boy is so so sweet most of the time, but if he doesn't get his way, or someone makes him mad, then we all have to watch out because there is a serious demonic side to this kid. And the worst thing about it is, I have NO CLUE as to how to discipline him when he gets all crazy. The kid is stronger and tougher and faster than me. no joke. and he refuses to sit in a time out- anywhere I put him, he just get up and runs away and like I said, he is faster than i am. And he always says such mean things like, "you're the worst mom in the whole entire universe!" or the "i hate this family!" or "I'm never going to do what you say ever!" or "you've never loved me, even when i was a baby, you hated me!"- now I get that the kid wants attention, but I don't want to encourage the getting attention by bad behavior, so I try to give him attention at times when he is being my helper, but funny thing is, he seems annoyed when i do so then. So i don't know what to do with him. We've tried the privileges being revoked, but that hasn't worked out too well. I praise the kid and give him hugs when he is being good, trying to encourage that more. and when he is being all good and sweet, I talk to him about what we can do when he gets mad, and he gives me great answers, ie I'll say "James, instead of hitting Ben if you're mad at him, what can we do that can help you get your frustrations out in a healthy way?"- (and yes I do talk to him like that)-- and he will say "i can go pull weeds." or "i can go jump on the tramp." and i totally encourage that- so when he starts getting all rilled up, I try to remind him by saying, " you're obviously getting upset and angry, so why don't you go jump on the trampoline until you feel like you're not so mad anymore." and he responds by saying, "that is stupid. you're stupid. I'm never going to do what you say cuz everything you say is stupid."- and yes this is really how it goes with this boy, and i really don't know what to do. so he and i are in a frustrated state with each other a couple times a day when he gets all crazy on me. But the sweet side of this boy is very very sweet. He is so cute with both Joshy and Tommy. He sings to them when they are sad, he loves holding Tommy and getting him to smile, and he plays so sweetly with Joshy. I love it. and the kid is so brave and so strong and when he isn't in one of his moods, he is the best little helper ever. and i seriously love listening to him and Ben when they are playing their "games"- cuz they invent the most creative hilarious stories and fight the bad guys together and it is comedic gold i tell you.<br />
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Toast is feeling all friendless lately. He had 2 friends in the ward/neighborhood/grade move out a little while ago, but has his "best friend" whom he says is his only friend as the other 2 boys in his primary class who are in the neighborhood and same school are in the grade above him at school and therefore "don't like" him(it breaks my heart that he thinks that.) but now his "best friend" is moving out of the neighborhood and that moves him out of the ward as well, so my little Ty has been telling me lately that he has no friends anymore. Poor dude. I keep praying that some awesome LDS family moves into the neighborhood that has a son Ty's age and that he can have a good friend again, but so far that hasn't happened. Ty has no desire to do any kind of sport, except Karate, but for the life of me I cant find a Karate class for him. We've called a couple of places, but one shut down, and the other wasn't really karate and it wasn't really for kids anyway. so I'm feeling bad cuz the one thing he is interested in, I cant seem to get worked out for him to learn. And i totally want him to start piano, but we cant find any piano teachers either. Blasted all. Toast loves scouts though. He has been having so much fun passing off different things and I love to see him so excited about it. When I drop him off on Wednesdays i honestly cant stop smiling as i watch him run into the church as fast as he can. He has been really awesome at helping me out since Tommy has joined our family. If Kylie is busy taking care of Josh or Tommy while I'm trying to make dinner, I can usually count on Tyler to start picking up the toys for me, and that is no small job with the messes that get made around here.<br />
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Kylie got her ears pierced on a whim a few weeks ago. I was gonna make her wait until she was 12, for no other reason than that's the age I got mine pierced, but I jokingly told her we were gonna go do it, when I just needed to run to another store that night, but she thought i was serious and so we went. I thought she would chicken out cuz she was really quite terrified about it, but she went through with it. She is excited to start collecting different holiday earrings, and has pinned different earring organizers to hold all of her future earrings. I sometimes forget my Kylie is only 9, as I count on her to do so much to help out, and she does such a good job and doesn't complain about it.... much. I don't know what i would do without her. I totally need to get her back in piano lessons as she has such a knack for it, but alas, we haven't found a teacher this past school year. She wants to take some art classes, and some sewing classes, so i am hoping that i can find some for her this next year and get her developing her talents again.<br />
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Daniel is busy as always. He is currently trying to find an assistant, but the 2 different people we thought were gonna work out great, have failed to do so. Hopefully he'll find the right person for the job soon. Daniel has been fixing our garden up some more, and got the drip system going into it, and also made 2 more boxes for us. once we get on the other end of the heat wave, we will plant again and apply some different tricks we've heard about and hopefully have a more plentiful garden this year. Daniels next project is to put some kind of paving stones in between the garden beds cuz i am not liking all the dirt as it is a magnet for our boys and it gets tracked in onto my floors which i am trying hard like a bugger to keep clean. ha. Daniel and my dad got our fire pit and a little garden wall all set up when my mom and dad came down to help after Tommy was born. We have loved it, and hopefully we can find the right patio furniture to set up out there and maybe next year get a splash pad set up in the back yard as well. I have to say, I would seriously be lost without my Daniel. He has been my everything and really has just taken care of me and our little family, especially with all the crummy pregnancy stuff. He has been so busy at work, yet I have never had to question his priorities and he has made so many sacrifices just to make sure I was ok. Because my iron was so low, every morning getting out of bed was seriously such a fight as my body just didn't have any energy to do what i needed it to do. I would get up and almost black out every single morning just walking from the bedroom to the kitchen to start making breakfast for the kids and get Ky & Ty's lunches made, and get them ready and off to school. Daniel likes to get into the office as early as possible so he can get a jump start on the day and have a little block of time before he starts getting bombarded with different distractions, but since he knew i felt like death every morning, he jumped right in, helped me get the kids fed and ready and on my weeks to drive the kids to school, he would take them, and on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays he would take James to preschool as well. Now as busy as he is, and going in later than he could have, it would make sense that he would be working late to finish up what he needs every day, but again, knowing i was feeling so lousy ,he tried his hardest to be home by 6:30 every night to help me get he kids ready and into bed. and in addition, since I was considered "high risk" with that pregnancy, I had lots and lots of dr appointments, and Daniel was so wonderfully available to rearrange his schedule to take care of the boys over and over again. And not only that, but through all my fears and worries, Daniel was right there to let me vent, let me cry, and was there to encourage me through it all. Oh how blessed I am. I have such a great guy to share my life with. Oh I love him. so freaking much.<br />
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So just for records sake, in order to keep the summer break one in which i don't pull my already falling out hair out, i have planned this summer down like this, M-F each morning, the kids have assigned chores to help keep the house maintained in some kind of order. After which they have to complete a certain number of worksheets in their workbooks. And if they do it all, each afternoon we have some kind of activity planned. Last week we had a craft day (pony bead suncatchers), had a water fight day, had a baking day (cookies cut into their various choices of different shapes), had a water pinata/ water balloon fight day, a game day, and had a getting ready for father days craft day. This week for craft day we did hot rocks, and today Daniel took the oldest 4 to the movies. tomorrow is another baking day, Thursday we will head to the splash park, and Friday we will do a library run/make forts& storytime day. and in addition to getting to do the activity if they do all their work, they get a dollar a day, and hopefully they will be learning some life lessons in all of this. And truth be told, so far so good. Hopefully it will continue to go according to plan.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">and now I am done, so hopefully I can figure out how to edit and post in this new format. </span>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-80294094686279976572012-03-20T12:19:00.002-07:002012-03-20T12:20:08.135-07:00survivalI'm gonna try to catch up quickly before my life gets shaked up in the next few weeks. so...<br />
<div>February brought valentines day. since I've been such a slacker mom the past several months, i figured we could use some one on one time and i would help the kids make the valentines they chose for their classes and teachers. usually we just do the box of cheap cards and attach a pencil or sucker, but they wanted to do something a little more crafty, which is funny cuz I'm not a crafty person, but they found the ideas, and we tried our best to mimic other crafty peoples creations. Kylie chose to do an imitation candy ipod, with the sentiment "you rock!" it turned out to be a lot more involved than i thought. typical really. i looked at it and figured we could get it done in an hour or 2, but it took so much longer than that.Granted she had to do almost 40 of them as her class size is a little bit out of control, but she was pretty excited with the end result and it was fun listening to her 4th grade stories of drama.<br />
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Ty chose to do a super hero sucker guy with the sentiment of "you're a super friend" or something along those lines. his was cake compared to Kylies, so we got his done in under an hour. he cracked me up with how insistent he was about making sure none of the boys ended up with purple caped sucker heros..purple is only a "girl color," and he wasn't gonna let any of his fellow males be terrorized by having a girl colored valentine.<br />
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James chose a rocket valentine saying something like "hope your valentines day is a blast" and his was pretty easy too. Being his 1st class valentine party, he was totally excited and was so careful making sure his name was written on every tag. It was endearing for me to see his excitement.<br />
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</div><div>For valentines day, I wanted to do something a little out of the ordinary for the kids too, cuz i cant even tell how many times I've been accused of "loving (so and so) more than"..the accuser themselves lately. since Tommy boy is gonna be requiring a great deal of attention and they are all gonna be having their emotional adjustments, I wanted to try to reassure them a little bit. Daniel and I made heart garlands and wrote different reasons why they are loved, attached a bunch of fun size treats, then hung them in their doorways. when they woke up, they were just giddy as could be. then we made heart shaped muffins and strawberries smoothies for breakfast, put little heart shaped love notes in their lunches, made homemade heart shaped individual pizzas for dinner, followed up with heart shaped cupcakes to decorate and eat for dessert. it turned out to be a very happy day for them, and that made me happy.<br />
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Sunday we explored our resort a bit, biked on a bicycle made for 2,(meaning Daniel did all the pedaling as he didn't want me going into preterm labor, haha) and walked along the beach. i have been craving gourmet cupcakes for months now but since Yuma doesn't have a gourmet cupcake shop, my craving has been unsatisfyingly growing in intensity. having tried sprinkles before, we thought we would expand our horizons(not that i don't seriously love sprinkles...i just thought we would try another much talked about shoppe) and settled on cupcakes squared. they make their cupcakes square shaped instead of circular..kinda cute. anyway ever since having them i have been again craving some darn gourmet cupcakes...it is probably a good thing Yuma doesn't have such a place cuz those darn cupcakes are not only darn expensive for such a simple treat, but i really don't need the guilt associated with inhaling such a sugarfest...<br />
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anyway...our babysitter was seriously so awesome, not only did the kids have so much fun with her, she actually got them to behave during church. too bad we cant just adopt her cuz she is absolutely amazing.<br />
Daniel got the table, chairs and bench assembled, then moved on to the bed frame and the canvas print. i love how new furniture just totally takes a look from blah to wow so easily! but after our room was put together, we looked at our old hand me down night stands and dresser and were feeling like they were sucking away the coolness, so Daniel, being so totally awesome, decided to coolify them by sanding them down, and re-stained them a dark color that matched the bed frame...oh my goodness does it just look so frigging great...I'm seriously loving it..and to be honest, the smell of paint has been a bigger craving than cupcakes, so to walk into our room and smell the newly fresh painted furniture smell...oh it is heaven to this severely anemic preggo. and in addition, we got rid of the tacky mirror that was attached to our dresser, and found a beautiful framed humongous mirror at kirklands and Daniel got that hung up too, so now our bedroom is like my little heavenly painty smelling fancy looking haven! i love it! now to save up for the sectional we want. ha<br />
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Last week my Joshy started taking a couple steps on his own, and this past weekend he was walking all over the house. He will cross the entire length of the family room on his own. He is so excited about his new trick too and just smiles the whole time he is walking. I love it, but am sad he is growing so fast. He is gonna be running along side his brothers before i know it.<br />
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Kylie is and has been and continues to be my right arm. seriously. I don't think I could survive this pregnancy and these boys without her. She has been coming up with little games and crafts to keep the boys entertained on the many days when I can barely breathe or when I am on the verge of passing out. I feel bad that she has so much responsibility placed on her young shoulders, but am so grateful for my girl. she is pretty amazing.<br />
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Daniel has been busy busy. He and I went out on a date last weekend and bought a new car as we will no longer fit in our 7 passenger van as soon as Tommy boy arrives. We have been talking and looking for several months, and now that we are counting down, we made it happen. we have been Toyota fans forever, but we have kinda switched our loyalties to Honda. Daniel got his accord last year, and the redesigned Odyssey totally fits us, so Daniel talked to his buddy and we got things taken care of. Now to try to keep my kids from trashing it.<br />
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so just to document for document sake, this pregnancy has been a bit of a mess. granted i kinda thought i was gonna have some issues as I've had a back to back pregnancy before and that was rough...but this one has really taken the life right out of me. thankfully my Tommy boy seems to be just fine, so that is good. unfortunately my physical health is worse for wear. my body is completely worn out/run down and it is causing all sorts of crappy issues. some have mysteriously disappeared, but a bunch of others are being all grouped in to one big box that they say comes from "severe anemia." it is funny though, cuz one week my dr will be like, "I've never had a patient with iron as low as yours" or "you are scaring me to death" or "i cant explain this, so I'm referring you to a specialist" but other weeks he is like, "oh yeah, no biggie, most likely cuz you're iron is so low, but it'll be fine"...i just never know with this office. Sometimes I go away so worried, other times I'm just so confused. I have had more dr visits these past 3 months than I have ever had in my life. I've had to see a cardiologist, been referred to a nephrologist and i'm scheduled to see a hematologist next week. plus I've had to go get tests and blood work up the wazoo(oh how i hate needles and having people suck my blood to put into tubes..i cringe just thinking about it) and had a nice go around of injections to boost my red blood cells at the hospital. and how the fetch i have even been able to get to all these dang appts when I can barely get out of bed in the mornings to get my kids fed and ready is a question i ponder frequently...seriously this has just been so not fun.I just am ready to be done though cuz I feel like I have been pregnant for 80 weeks with a few weeks off for postpartum in the middle there. and that is quite the catch 22, cuz as much as I'm ready to never be pregnant again, I know that what is to come is gonna be extremely difficult and overwhelming for a while...granted a new baby always brings such a sacred presence into the home, but still... 6 kids 2 being babies, 5 of them boys...YIKES!<br />
that's where we are at..and next time I blog..i will be the mother of 6...whoa. never thought i would be able to say such a thing.</div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-62426040334375269402012-01-17T18:12:00.000-08:002012-01-17T18:12:24.747-08:00ThomasSo I'm gonna say(for whatever reason i feel like i have to do this, i don't know, but whatever) this post is intended for my kids...i don't write this to put it out in the world, but i write it so that maybe one day when they are going through a trial or challenge or whatever that they might look back on the thoughts their mom had. and maybe they can be better at understanding than I am...one can hope. But if you happen to read this blog, and are not one of my kids, and read this anyway, and say you get to the end and are judging me cuz I am sharing some kind of dark thoughts I have had, go ahead and judge, but realize, I am not writing this for anyone but myself and my kids. Alrighty then,<br />
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back in august, Bennie came up to me and out of the blue said, "there is a baby in heaven coming to our family soon." i kinda looked at him with I'm sure a funny expression on my face, and replied, "there better not be!" he looked at me and with his sweet little kid voice said, "well, there is." now I'm not one who takes much of what my kids say seriously, cuz most of the time my kids are being goofballs, and in my mind i thought, maybe he is talking about Joshy..so I asked him, "what baby are you talking about?" He replies very sincerely but very irritated that i even had asked him, "the one in HEAVEN!" then he went running on his way to his next self-made adventure. i thought about that for a second and thought, crazy little kid, as if, haha. then i sent my mom a text, thinking she would get a kick out of such a ridiculous thought.<br />
skip ahead a few weeks, end of august-ish, i had been working my tail off to get back in a healthy physical condition after having my 5th little child. My routine was to wake up, do some yoga for about 15 minutes, run for about 45 minutes before coming home, saying a morning prayer, taking my daily vitamin, jumping in the shower,getting ready for the day, eating my cereal/fruit while reading my scriptures, then proceeding with the madness of feeding the masses breakfast, starting laundry, getting everyone where they needed to be, taking care of my baby, yada yada yada. So running is therapy for me...its a time when i meditate and kind of commune with my Father...it makes me feel strong and makes me have a mental clarity and focus that i dont feel unless i exercise. after i run, i am aware of my physical body a lot more, and appreciative of the miraculous thing that the human body is, and consequently try hard to only fuel it up with the things that i know to be good for it...so running is good for me. that said, i have my joshy...he is not a sleeper, and at this point in time i was getting up with him several times in the night, so to get out of bed to go running was difficult cuz i was just wanting sleep but knowing how much better i feel with exercise than without, i would force myself up. <br />
so end of august, i got back from running one morning, and as i was getting ready for the day felt so extremely nauseated. i don't usually get nauseated unless i am pregnant, so i was freaked out for a minute before my brain rationalized that hey, i was using a very reliable type of birth control, so this must just be a flukey morning.<br />
next day same thing happened, and by the end of that week after i hadn't been able to keep anything down, had bought a pregnancy test just to have a starting point( meaning i knew i wasn't pregnant, but i had to figure out what was making me feel so sick so i could decide if i needed to get appt with my dr, and knew that the question always arises when talking to a dr so i wanted to make sure my bases where covered)<br />
Guess what? Most pregnancy test say to wait for a few minutes before reading them..I didn't have to wait even 5 seconds- 2 bright pink lines, bold as could be. My mind started into a panic mode, but somewhere the voice in my head was saying...totally a fluke- I cant be pregnant..I'm PREVENTING...besides, I have a baby, and even though life is blessed, it's so dang overwhelming right now, so there is NO WAY Heavenly Father is gonna send me a baby NOW, hahaha, right?<br />
So I took another test, and another. Same result each time, and the nauseatedness got worse and worse. And i could no longer run. goodbye mental clarity and any sort of feel goodness endorphins previously experienced. you shall be greatly missed.<br />
Now my mom is my go to for all things female issue related. She has been working at an ob/gyn office for many many years and not only that- she has brought 7 kids into this world---so she is my expert on all things like the like. So she kinda freaked out with me for a minute cuz she also knows that there were some scary things going on with my delivery with Joshy, and she knows that when I had Kylie and Ty who were barely a year apart, my body (and my mind to be honest) took a hard hit. And she knows all the risks and complications from having 2 pregnancies so close together, especially considering all my previous history...so she gave me her words of wisdom, tried calming my mind down as stress never does much good for me, especially when pregnant, and I'm sure she knelt down right after we hung up and prayed for me. She is spiritually awesome like that.<br />
Funny enough, like a week or 2 later, my sister had the feeling I was pregnant..I hadn't talked with her in a while, but as she was over at my moms and was kind of asking how my little fam was, the idea kinda popped into her head. Hows that for sisterly in-tuneness eh?<br />
Ok, so back to me,- um let me try to describe my thoughts/feelings/whatever.<br />
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I'm thinking there is no way I can do another baby. I very clearly remember how challenging it was having Kylie and Ty only a year apart- and they were the only 2 I had- I now have 5 kids-my youngest wont even be a year old based on the assumption I was only 4-5 weeks pregnant when I took the dang test-(it is more likely I was further along than that though)- but yeah, I cant even keep on top of things now, there is no way I can do another baby. Babies, wonderful, blessed, sweet, heavenly as they are- are challenging- the communication(meaning- why are you crying little one, you've been fed, burped, you're clean and dry, you just had a nap, and I'm swaddling you, so why why why are you crying?) can sometimes be a bugger, the lack of sleep is a killer, the fact that that one person depends on you for EVERYTHING gets overwhelming at times. Yeah, um, this just cant be.<br />
I think I spent a good 23 hours out of 24 hours a day, for several weeks in overwhelming nauseated tears. And to be honest, I was kind of ticked with Heavenly Father. How could he do this to me? He knows that my hands are beyond full right now. He knows I am barely making it through each day. Or does He? I honestly started to wonder. But then once I really got to pondering, I thought, since He has always known whats best for me, perhaps I just need to trust that this is part of his plan..maybe my baby Ashley whom I thought for sure was coming before I found out Joshy was indeed a boy, was needing to come now, even though i will find it challenging to be sure, but maybe i wont be able to have her in a few more years when i might think about it...maybe.<br />
So i kind of decide to trust my Heavenly Father. He has never let me down before, even when i haven't understood things in the moment, I can look back and see how He has blessed me and how his plan is always far superior than the ones I conjure up...so ok, i can try trusting. and a small part of me was kind of excited thinking about my sweet baby girl, my little Ashley Noelle...I would see little girl clothes and smile, yet still in my gut was like, oh man, 2 babies...6 kids, um yikes!...but hey, this is whats suppose to be right? so i just need to trust. plus my baby girl is just gonna be so dang cute and sweet and I'm gonna have 2 daughters and Kylie is gonna get her sister! So yay. kinda.<br />
Let me be honest...my emotions were all over the map, they would swing from i cant have another kid right now, to oh my sweet baby girl, back to i never wanted to be pregnant again for as long as i live cuz i hate this, to just trust in Him, back to hello- I cant even take care of everything now, there's no way no how I can do this again, to yay baby Ashley, we need another girl around here...back to FREAK OUTNESS....a lot of time was spent crying(hormones plus exhaustion from not sleeping cuz of my Joshy, exhaustion from being sick all the time, and just exhaustion from starting to grow new life inside of me..add all that exhaustion and hormonal craziness up, what you get is one crazy Kimmy)<br />
So seeing as how I spent the last year getting all chummy with my ob in town, (that's not suppose to sound as weird as it does now that I just wrote that--) i had no desire to go see him again. So I postponed calling. And I postponed some more. And some more. I'm really good at procrastinating stuff. I really am. So anyway, my mom was on my case all the time, and finally i decided i better just bite the bullet and make that dang 1st appointment and make sure my baby girl was ok.<br />
This is like the week before Thanksgiving. I go to the office. My dr is shocked that I am pregnant, and i kinda get on his case saying, hey pal, you wouldn't give me the IUD, and he says, well i didn't think you really wanted to use it again after it preforated through your uterus last time(remember what fun that was, ha)- anyway, i told him when i took the pregnancy test, and he measured the fundal measurements, and then they did an ultrasound...based on that u/s he thought i was around 17-18 weeks along, but wanted his tech to do another measurement in 2 weeks. I jokingly/eagerly asked if he could see that all too familiar boy part, and with the answer to that one little question, any kind of excited feeling i had about my baby girl on the way was crushed under the disappointing shock i felt when he said, "um yes, it looks like that's it, right there, ......no,... wait.... yep.... it looks like this is a boy! Congratulations!"-----<br />
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Ok Heavenly Father...I wanna know WHY?<br />
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Never mind, I don't want to talk to you right now. I'm mad.<br />
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But WHY?<br />
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YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS.......<br />
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DANG THE DEVIL!<br />
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DO YOU CARE ABOUT ME AT ALL?<br />
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WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?<br />
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NEVER MIND, I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU....<br />
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this followed by huge waves of GUILT..........<br />
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I swear I'm like schizo or something cuz one part of me is like, trust...trust..... He knows best....a healthy baby boy is still a blessing.......the other part of me is like.....no way....i cant do another boy----that will be 5---- i NEVER wanted this-- i DON'T want this--- this ticks me off--- this isn't MY plan---- another part of me is like, you are the worst person in the world, you know that right? do you not realize there a so many many women who would give almost anything to carry a healthy child...they could care less about the gender--- they just want a healthy baby and cant and suffer so much, and yet here you've been "blessed" again, and you are carrying a child of god within you and you say you don't want it--- you are the worst person in the world Kimberly Noelle--and the other part of me is still trying to process it all...still in shock... and yet another part of me is like...hmmm does that mean there is no baby Ashely....or does that mean i have to yet be pregnant one more dang time...no...i refuse.... i am getting a hysterectomy or something.......... and Daniel will be getting a snip snip too!!!! cuz i am NOT EVER being pregnant again. I'm NOT EVER going to have 7 kids. EVER. i only wanted 4 anyway...2 girls 2 boys...but what about baby Ashley? am i just not in tune at all? am i just making her up, or do i really have a daughter waiting...........um ok..Kimmy#5 we are gonna say goodbye to you cuz we cant even think about that for right now.. or ever... so um be gone..or however we get rid of you.......<br />
Then i compose myself slightly, text Daniel and tell him how I feel(that was a LONG text!) and then call my mom. She was busy at work, so I only got to chat for a minute, but again, I know for a fact once we got off the phone she said a prayer in her heart for me.<br />
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And for the next 2 weeks i cried. And cried. And cried. I felt guilt, I felt angry. I felt so disappointed. I felt a small part of me say, maybe the u/s was wrong. But mostly I just felt mad.<br />
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And i stopped reading my scriptures. and i stopped talking to my heavenly father. and i just cried. and cried.<br />
I thought if I had a miscarriage, I wouldn't care. I don't want a boy. and i felt so much guilt for even thinking such a thing. and i thought, maybe i should give this baby to a family who wants a baby, cuz i certainly don't want another baby boy. and again i felt guilty about that. and i thought how can any good mother not want a child...poor kid....not to be wanted...yeah, I'm the devil. I'm one evil person. guilt, guilt, guilt, bad feelings, bad thoughts, lots of guilt, anger, disappointment, guilt, guilt, back to anger, sadness, guilt...ya, you get the picture....<br />
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and all of this is going on during the most wonderful time of the year--- so i was mad that during my favorite season, I'm mad at my Heavenly father cuz i feel like He doesn't know best for once in my life, and that this was not my plan, so how could he do this to me, and again, why give me another dang boy. heck, i love my boys. they are so dang funny. but i have MORE than my fair share of them. I don't want any more. geez.....<br />
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So I spent a lot of the next month feeling the same feelings.<br />
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But patiently, my Heavenly Father has been waiting to help me. He calmly let me throw my temper tantrum. He let me be mad, he let me push away when i should have been closest to Him....but He waited..... until I was ready. And when my heart started to soften, He was there. And he told me, like he has so many times before, "Trust in me." And yes I did get a little admonishment..but it was with a gentleness that i needed cuz He also knew that all the while i was filled with guilt for feeling the feelings I felt. And to be honest, there are still dark days, still dark thoughts. I'm still trying to fully get out of my dark abyss.....but instead of just wallowing in it, I'm working my way out of it. and it is hard. i don't like being pregnant. I do realize it is a miracle and a blessing to carry life inside oneself, but it also takes the life right out of me and i don't like feeling so sick and tired and i don't like hurting, and that's all the past 26 weeks have been- hurt and sick and tiredness.<br />
But I have a friend. i have a friend who has felt what i feel...and interestingly enough He is the only man who can somehow understand what pain i am talking about... He has forgiven my dark thoughts, and has been quietly encouraging me to "trust." And knowing that He has been through far much worse than my stupid thoughts, I know I can trust Him. Even if this baby isn't my girl. Even though this baby is yet, another boy. Even if this baby means i am gonna be so overwhelmed and cant even begin to fathom how i can raise one more especially right now when i have a baby still.... I can trust in Him being with me to help me...He has always been there..even when i have pushed away...He has waited with patience and understanding and has been there to wrap his arms around me as soon as Ive let him in.<br />
So to you my little Tommy-boy, I am so sorry I thought I didn't want you. I really do. It has just taken me some time to get there cuz I'm ... I'm really just so overwhelmed. But hey, I am gonna try my hardest to take care of you, and your many many brothers and your sister, and you are already so loved. And once you make it here in oh,12- 13 weeks, I'm gonna spend the rest of my life showing you just how much!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-83565329493840200102012-01-09T16:48:00.000-08:002012-01-09T16:48:50.091-08:00Hiatus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAlGLKhbQh1RvZ3vtPsVpISnQh-YYe_ETaFxztMLKC1OJtgifRW64cDkPOXVgtZnv8Sn-8Jd_KpE73apD4e9TnJjg6gGPGCoUJuIAeIUfJ9XAGH5Mvr6zw-6fkoP2Yjyjg-Z3rqHN6HM/s1600/pictures+281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAlGLKhbQh1RvZ3vtPsVpISnQh-YYe_ETaFxztMLKC1OJtgifRW64cDkPOXVgtZnv8Sn-8Jd_KpE73apD4e9TnJjg6gGPGCoUJuIAeIUfJ9XAGH5Mvr6zw-6fkoP2Yjyjg-Z3rqHN6HM/s320/pictures+281.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I am the worst at keeping up with my record keeping lately. I am actually the worst at everything lately. But maybe one day, my kids will be grown and then I might look back and might (yeah right) miss the overwhelming chaos that has consumed all my time and energy from this stage in my life, but since I have a few minutes right now I figured I would write a quick update before 2012 turns to 2013.<br />
So thanksgiving was great. We stayed in town and did our own little family feast. My rolls turned out splendid, we had fresh green beans from our garden, and the turkey was totally not dry. Unfortunately I decided to try a new recipe for the seasonings of the turkey and the famous foodie blogger whose recipe I used likes garlic a heck of a lot more than I do, so it was not my fave flave. Next year, I'm going back to my own recipe--garlic free.<br />
December was a whirlwind. I turned another year older, unfortunately not wiser. I took Toast to his school Christmas program and grumbled the whole time. Daniel took Kylie to hers the next night, but they actually played hookie instead and went shopping and got some DQ. Next year I am TOTALLY DOING THAT!<br />
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Daniel had a company party in Tucson, so our super awesome friend babysat the oldest 4 overnight here, and my darling sweet cousin watched the baby for us there(in Tucson). We were planning on having her just watch him while we went to the party, then we were gonna pick him up later that night, but she and her husband insisted we leave him as he was gonna be sleeping anyway. I warned them he isn't a sleeper...but we have been trying to let him cry it out cuz I am at the point where I cant do it anymore. Getting 6 hours of sleep in 2- 3 hour intervals if I am lucky does nothing good for me. I am not on top of my game, the daily headaches are KILLER, and the exhaustion has made me the grouchiest mother alive. Seriously, Joshua doesn't sleep. The longest stretch of time that he has gone for was almost a 6 hour stretch way back in August. Since then, he has reverted to the waking up every 2-3 hours. And so the end of November after I physically couldn't do it anymore, we started to let him cry it out at night. He still wakes up every night at least 2 times and cries for an hour, but I'm hoping eventually he just sleeps through the night. Its not like he is needing to eat anymore..the little guy has chubs, so why exactly he cant sleep through the night is beyond me, but for now, this is what I am doing cuz I gotta survive somehow, even if that means I am a mean mommy who lets my poor little guy cry his heart out for me at night and i just let him. anyway, so I told my cute cousin, that he wakes up and cries and cries but that we just let him cry,but if he woke up, to let us know and we would come get him.<br />
The party was fun. I have some interesting observations from that night, from the way people act when they drink, to the way people dress up-(why do so many girls think dresses that barely cover their behinds nor their "bubbles"(as my kids call female bosoms) can possibly be a good look for anyone??? it was cocktail attire, but most every female i saw was dressed more like she was at a strip club or something similar- the so called "in-fashion" styles just don't make much sense to me. personally i would feel so dang extremely self conscious and sooooo uncomfortable in the dresses most ladies were wearing...but i guess that's just me and my little Mormon girl self coming out.) but i will just say, I am thankful that alcohol, and the nonsensical things of the world aren't a part of my life. But again...perhaps it is just cuz i see the world through my mormon-view glasses.. Anyway, the company had some raffles that went on until midnight, so after that we went up to our room and crashed.<br />
The plan was to pick up Joshy before my cousin had church, but she called at 10 as they were getting ready to head to church and her call is what WOKE US UP..............AT 10 AM!!!!!!! Since we didn't have our usual alarm clocks(aka the baby and the other rascals of ours) and since the room had black out curtains, and since we haven't slept for a solid block of time since......uh.....i cant even recall the last time I slept through the night...um maybe like since ever i guess, we had slept right on through the morning hours. My darling cousin was so sweet about it, and they just took Josh to church with them, where we picked him up once we got showered, dressed, packed, and navigated our way to their church building. I had totally thought we would be home before our other rascals got home from church, but our "little"(haha) sleep-in threw that plan off as well as we had to drive back here from there, so our poor babysitter here had to be with the munchkins longer than planned too...but she was so sweet about it as well. So yeah, it was a fun little getaway, but didn't go according to the plan. And Daniel and I will forever be indebted to my cousin, her husband, and our friend Brooke.<br />
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New Years Eve we celebrated with our traditional chips and homemade salsa, veggies galore, and our artichoke spinach dip. Followed by our homemade ice cream bar. This year we bought some fireworks and did those with the kids around 9, then gave them their baths and got them to bed, then we turned on a movie for us, but my cute Daniel zonked before the clock struck 12..we must be getting old or something.<br />
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And now that the new year has started, and the kids are back in school, and my Jamesy finally started up with a preschool since he didn't start Kindee-garten in the fall like I was kinda hoping for, I am hoping this year I can find the right balance in my life that I kinda, more like completely lost last year. Honestly I'm betting that this year is gonna be shaking us more than we've ever been shaken before, but for right now, I'm not thinking about the ever closer months ahead...I'm trying to find my zen, my balance for the now...and when the other shoe falls come April...well....i can worry about that when that time comes. (haha..hows that for cryptic mom?) (and since you are the only one who really reads my blog now days anyway I will be writing THAT post sometime soon....maybe....) :)Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-74751561063418935312011-11-12T18:20:00.000-08:002011-11-12T18:20:01.338-08:00blinking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jb2EQ6wCnlk/Tr8LCRN7uCI/AAAAAAAABZ0/uCaRWZtB3Gs/s1600/IMG_20111031_180734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jb2EQ6wCnlk/Tr8LCRN7uCI/AAAAAAAABZ0/uCaRWZtB3Gs/s320/IMG_20111031_180734.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>I blinked & somehow October sped on by.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yezEJJLRuec/Tr8QpkRc0SI/AAAAAAAABZ8/DAr21U6-kWE/s1600/IMG_20111112_093254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yezEJJLRuec/Tr8QpkRc0SI/AAAAAAAABZ8/DAr21U6-kWE/s320/IMG_20111112_093254.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>So Daniel ran a half marathon today. I told him he should exercise in moderation- taking it to the extreme is insane in my opinion, but he did it, and has been suffering with a headache all day long. Poor guy. But he did it, so wooohoo to him. I wasn't going to go see him at the finish line cuz I really don't like taking all 5 kids any where by myself. They are more than a handful, but Kylie promised to help me look after Ben, we hooked Joshy up in the Bjorn, and Ty&James promised to be good, so we managed and got there and cheered our favorite guy on at the finish line. He has been super busy with work, and has lots going on there, so that is a good thing. He has been in the top 20 LO's for the whole company a few times now, & if he keeps that up for a full year next year, his company takes the top agents on a fancy schmancy vacation, so I'm liking the sound of free trip..(well free minus the babysitter we would have to pay mucho buckos to, to watch the little hooligans.) Daniel has been helping me keep our garden growing, and we finally have some fruits of our labors. Garden fresh green beans! Soooo exciting! Our tomatoes didn't produce much, and our peas got eaten by the bugs, but we still might get some cucumbers if we don't get colder than we've been for a little while longer.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRHrvfgw6aM/Tr8LBJJbjmI/AAAAAAAABZs/75aY1NTFnqQ/s1600/IMG_20111106_084325-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRHrvfgw6aM/Tr8LBJJbjmI/AAAAAAAABZs/75aY1NTFnqQ/s320/IMG_20111106_084325-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Joshy is growing like crazy. He went from no teeth to 4 in a matter of 3 weeks. He has been teething forever, but they all broke through around the same time, so that's good. He is sitting by himself, crawling, rolling, eating up the wazoo& making us all laugh whenever he laughs. He also likes to squeak, instead of "talk" and we love it. The sweet boy hasn't slept through the night since August, so i am barely hanging on these days, and hoping somehow by some random miracle he starts sleeping longer. He takes 2 or 3 naps each day, and those are only 15 minutes, and then he is up at least 3 times each night, usually 4. I don't get it. All my other baby's were sleeping through the night and took at least hour long naps(usually longer) by this point, but Joshy wont stay asleep for very long. One would think he would be fussy all the time since he doesn't get much sleep (heaven knows these days that's how I am all the time) but he is really happy& good natured. I seriously love my baby. He started making fish faces a few weeks back, so we have nicknamed him "fishyface."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXpoaaHM-j4/Tr8KxXRRdsI/AAAAAAAABZU/-4UxxGfsSAM/s1600/IMG_20111112_145535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXpoaaHM-j4/Tr8KxXRRdsI/AAAAAAAABZU/-4UxxGfsSAM/s320/IMG_20111112_145535.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-67139505007080161502011-09-23T14:07:00.000-07:002011-09-23T14:07:22.149-07:00Favorite sound in the world!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxjIT9VWXecp0RmP_rey7iVY6XvNXfCrHHBrQ9FJaQNF9ceAYN1RdEgxChFAv-iJNdvD-r18JFSl_JQaGxNpQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-6243686510309880442011-09-23T13:41:00.000-07:002011-09-23T13:41:27.792-07:00Happenings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdHKXmcZKVXPvvQJ1wWFXPuZauAplsi41WfbOKFMnekQBk6Wk6nypdzEF2WRy6k5Du7ZM28WJWdWP6wN-u18u_-WLzP8CZpTKe2EwSmtlVG6UMbZy8pY_3qyAYC5DR9NH8BkSLyr7djQ/s1600/IMG_20110810_112739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdHKXmcZKVXPvvQJ1wWFXPuZauAplsi41WfbOKFMnekQBk6Wk6nypdzEF2WRy6k5Du7ZM28WJWdWP6wN-u18u_-WLzP8CZpTKe2EwSmtlVG6UMbZy8pY_3qyAYC5DR9NH8BkSLyr7djQ/s320/IMG_20110810_112739.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xJvxNStkxGzOfBfzvvwZMV5iVS4w64mLOAnyYoYX7jPXMXZ0MTaQ3QVTwEIL7DKoKyLO6tF_C7s_opt-MalOpRiHPjB-dkOpqAXXrHLUW8FD4xhQs7xTQZmvMEvL9oYw1zCUJpaxEEk/s1600/IMG_20110918_213144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div>There are so many times a day when my kids do or say something and I think I need to write that down, but I never do and I quickly forget. I am having a difficult time staying on top of much of anything lately so the blog, as much as I want to record different thoughts or events or happenings going on at this stage in our life, just gets put on the back burner. And I usually feel guilty but I have decided to stop with the guilt and just do it when I can, whether it be once every few weeks, once a month or once every few months...just a long as i don't give up all together. That is my new goal.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIW9Wlz1S0DvdbIE0iU7L-kAxnz7hksE0oi7UiKHkxRR1qDe_5wEGDtxjTcZtIyIP_RAKi2DHWjg1dKT8HUcdnR3zrHqImcPQesUhiFmushRcj7OfIBfEhyphenhyphen6gZEOhWAGZwblar7p0B58/s1600/IMG_20110825_171828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIW9Wlz1S0DvdbIE0iU7L-kAxnz7hksE0oi7UiKHkxRR1qDe_5wEGDtxjTcZtIyIP_RAKi2DHWjg1dKT8HUcdnR3zrHqImcPQesUhiFmushRcj7OfIBfEhyphenhyphen6gZEOhWAGZwblar7p0B58/s320/IMG_20110825_171828.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>So I love veggies. LOVE them. And one of the things I miss about my beloved UT summers is the garden produce each year. anyway when we moved in we were a little behind in the AZ growing season not to mention I was very preggo and Daniel was super busy trying to figure out all the new system and stuff with his work. SO we didn't get my garden planted. But we had some friends over not too long ago and they had mentioned that they were getting ready to put in their garden for this next growing season, and Daniel, bless his heart, made the preparations happen so we finally have our own little garden. After years of being married, I am so excited that we finally are trying out our green thumb in this desert. I don't know much about gardening in AZ, but from what I have googled and read, hopefully our little garden will bring forth many fruits and we can have those fresh garden veggies that I have been longing for for 10 years! And its been so exciting to see the seeds we planted have sprouted! I cant even tell you how much joy this brings me! And its been so fun with the kids cuz they get so excited too. Bennie and James have been my little helpers in the morning when we go out to check on the progress and water it all.<br />
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And now I end. there was more that I was gonna write, but the baby has awoken from his way too short nap, so my times up.<br />
<div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;">Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-20871153284073944642011-09-10T11:45:00.000-07:002011-09-10T11:45:27.408-07:00BusyI don't know how much time I have before my little one wakes up, but I'm gonna try to do a quick post to jot down some of our happenings.<br />
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A few weeks ago, James was climbing on the counter getting into one of the cupboards and fell and landed on the side of his head. James is my tough kid,and usually when he gets hurt, he hardly ever cries. If he is bleeding he'll come tell me he needs a band aid, but doesn't make a big deal of it. At times when something really painful happens, he still only cries for like a minute or 2, but is back to being his busied-bodied self almost instantly. So when he cried for a good 45 minutes until he cried himself to sleep, I knew he was hurting pretty badly. I wasn't sure what to do. so i just watched him and let him sleep--this is extremely odd behavior for James- he NEVER falls asleep during the day. i have to argue with him a million times over to get him to sleep at night. This kid doesn't like to sleep. but he feel asleep and woke up and cried and would fall asleep again and then wake up and cry and fall asleep and wake up and cry. After a few hours, he woke up told me he felt all better, but then 5 minutes later he puked and puked and puked. He proceeded to puke every hour or 2 for the next 24 hours. I had him take sips of vitamin water, just to keep some electrolytes in him, but everything kept coming up. We had our friend check him out cuz I couldn't decide if he should be seen, or even if there was anything the hospital could do, so I sought his medical expertise. He confirmed that he had a concussion, but since James wasn't disoriented and forgetting things, he said he would probably just keep an eye on him and if he started acting confused or disoriented, then to take him in. So we were up all night with the pukes and had to cancel our weekend plans cuz he was still puking that morning, but finally almost exactly 24 hour later, the puking stopped. He just went around sporting a colorful black eye for a little over a week. Crazy.<br />
Kylie has started back in with piano. It's been a little while since she played cuz her teacher from last year had a baby in February, and due to all the craziness we had going on at that time, we just put piano on the back burner. But now that we've gotten into a new routine, an awesome new teacher ended up squeezing Kylie in and she and I are both very happy about that. Kylie wanted to have a birthday party this year, and since she's only had one other friend bday party in her life, I figured I better let her while the parties are fun and easy. my baby girl is turning 9 next week. it kind of blows my mind to think about that. Anyway Kylie has a little knack for planning and organizing things. So she planned most of everything and i think it ended up being really fun. She chose an ice cream theme and had games and activities and treats all tied into her little theme, and even her little treat bags to give to her friends were filled with ice-cream themed knick-knacks. It makes me laugh cuz I am soooo not like that. I don't pull things together in such an organized connective way, so I'm wondering where this little part of her came from. oh i love my girl!<br />
Bennieboozie has just been growing up so much lately. at the end of each day Daniel and I just get such a kick telling each other things he has said or done. we honestly adore this little kid. When I get home from running in the morning, he is the only one usually awake, and he runs up to me and as he is giving me a hug, in his cute little voice says,"good mowning mommy!" I seriously live for that little greeting. It is so freaking cute cuz his whole face just lights up and his little voice just melts my heart. If I had to choose one word to describe my Bennie, it would be "delightful."<br />
Toast has been learning cursive in school and man do I love his handwriting. It is better than mine-(which isn't hard to be better than, my handwriting is chicken scratch). But yeah, his handwriting is just looking awesome. He has been into writing his own stories and illustrating them lately. This kid has some awesome illustrating and writing skillz! His birthday is a little short of 2 weeks after Kylies, and he is looking forward to being 8. But since his b-day falls in that last week of the month, and since Conference is that 1st weekend in October, he has to wait until November to be baptized. He is kind of disappointed, but I told him he gets to go to cub scouts and doesn't have to wait a month for that, so he is looking forward to starting that.<br />
Joshy is just growing so darn fast. He has been teething for a few weeks, and soaks his clothes all day with his drool. I'm hoping those teeth break through soon cuz Daniel and I can both tell his little gums are bothering him. Poor dude. He had his 4 month well check and is at 13 lbs. Little chubba bubba. That's like 2 lbs a month, so he's right on where he is suppose to be. He is at such a fun stage, minus the teething, and is so smiley and laughs all the time and talks his little sounds. He has been scooting himself when he does tummy time, so I'm thinking this kid is gonna be one pro-active kid. He will start at one edge of his blanket and end up on the other side in a matter of a few minutes cuz he pushes his little feet against the floor and scoots his way along. He is a strong little guy, no doubt about it.<br />
I have certain traditional baby pictures that I do with all my kids, and i had his done when we were up in Utah this summer, but when we got home, I noticed the direction and the background weren't the way I wanted, so we went to San Diego for a quick trip and redid them. I love the way they turned out. His little personality just shines through.<br />
James and Ben have gotten back into their mischievous routines-(i thought we were finally getting past that stage, but I thought wrong)- and last week when I was putting the baby down for his nap, they were playing quietly with their army men, but when I came out-(seriously like 15 minutes later) they had dumped several containers of salt ALL over the house---seriously in every room and down all the hallways and all over the kitchen.It was a MESS! I asked them what in the world they were thinking, and they told me their army men need some sand. Nice. That was so not fun to clean up especially considering I had already cleaned the house from top to bottom earlier that day. <br />
So I teach in young womens in our ward. Honestly I am a terrible terrible teacher, but I do really love the girls in our ward. Anyway I had planned my lesson a few weeks ago, and had made some cookies to go along with a little story. We are the second ward to meet on Sundays, so I couldn't put the cookies in the yw room as the other ward was in there, so I put them and my lesson stuff in the kitchen, and then went to get them right before yw started. I had made lots of cookies so that each girl could have several if she so cared to, but when I got into the kitchen, someone had been into the kitchen, decided to check to see what was hidden under the foil covering my heaping plate of cookies, and decided to help themselves. I was kind of ticked but was laughing cuz who does that? "oh look, here's a foil covered plate behind a basket full of obvious lesson material, I'm gonna go ahead and check someone elses stuff out. oh look, it's a heaping pile of cookies, I'm going to stand here and eat a good portion of them and hope whoever put them here doesn't need them, or notice that i ate over half of them." i mean really...who does that? <br />
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Thursday afternoon, our city and several other city's in the surrounding area lost power. And of course we are in September so the temperatures are still high above the 100 degree mark. I think we were around 113 that day, so to lose the power means no a/c and no fans. Not cool. Our house heated up really quickly. Since it effected the entire town, Daniels office was also without power, so he finished up with a client by flashlight, but couldn't do anything without lights and his computer after that, so he came home. That was awesome to have him home earlier than usual, but by then we were all starting to feel the effects of a hot house and no relief in sight. Daniel quickly went through our 72 hour kits and got flashlights and candles so we would be able to have a little light when the sun went down, but there was nothing we could think of for dinner that didn't involve heating it up, so our kids had chips and salsa. awesome dinner i tell you. geez. anyway we gave the kids their baths by candlelight, and then tried to get them to sleep but they were all pretty grouchy and our house was well into the 90 degree temps and that's so dang hot to try to sleep with. Daniel decided to make a quick trip to the store to get some ice so that we could try to keep our refrigerated food from spoiling, but said he couldn't even pull in to the parking lot cuz it was completely crammed with cars, and people. But thank the heavens, power was restored a little after 9 that night. I don't think I will be saying a prayer without expressing my extreme gratitude for power and a/c ever again!<br />
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and my baby just woke up, so i end.<br />
<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-39695945247117757332011-08-19T15:03:00.000-07:002011-08-19T15:03:34.664-07:0010!So Daniel and I celebrated our 10 years of wedded bliss last week, and were able to have a quick little weekend getaway to Park City. We got to my moms on Thursday, and then got to go to "my temple" on Friday morning, then headed up to our favorite hotel in park city that afternoon, and since I was in desperate need of some new running shoes we hit the outlets and did a little shopping. For some reason someone/where was having a celebration that night and had a lovely display of fireworks, so Daniel and I decided it was really just for us. so thanks Park City for the fireworks! ha.<br />
I was planning on taking my Joshy with us, but Daniel was NOT thrilled about that as he feels I tend to neglect him when I'm tending to my little guy, so we had my sister-in-law watch him, (my mom had the older 4) and that night/morning we ended up sleeping in until 10- I don't know that I've slept in that late since...ever. but we both just zonked and zonked hard. But once we got up we decided to have a late morning run in the beautiful mountains, but after about 10 minutes we were dying from the dramatic change in altitude, so we went down to the gym instead. Awesome. After cleaning ourselves up, we grabbed some lunch and headed back to our room, and chillaxed on our balcony while reading some books. Can I just say I hate investing my time reading when the ending doesn't turn out to be happy. I want a happy ending in my story's. Ending on a depressing note just sucks the fun right out of reading, in my opinion. But even with a depressing book, it was relaxing just spending the afternoon with Daniel. That night brought with it the most awesome rain storm. Oh how I love rain. I wish Yuma would get some. Blasted monsoon season didn't bring the goods this year- just heat, no storms. Blah. So it was nice to have some up there. We had to drive back all day Sunday, but for once, we didn't make a wrong turn or have car problems, so we actually made it home before midnight. Wooohoo! <br />
since coming back though, I am trying to come up with a good excuse/reason to get away again sometime soon. This desert heat just sucks the life right out of me. It's either that or my kids- or maybe a combination of the 2. ;)Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-43263209860678187382011-08-09T19:54:00.000-07:002011-08-09T19:54:42.674-07:00Temple day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIZSMzRSVber3PGkmi9oV6otomgMPpZKaMOiX9slHecxi-yVnJMfcJQFIH9SEoQiG9AtG4aoLIv1B4sSI6ulLCqPH-k01vbfLyOPTVWlt5MtNFqShnAlsDEihBLETrFh62Af2rBjJy58/s1600/IMG_20110809_180110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIZSMzRSVber3PGkmi9oV6otomgMPpZKaMOiX9slHecxi-yVnJMfcJQFIH9SEoQiG9AtG4aoLIv1B4sSI6ulLCqPH-k01vbfLyOPTVWlt5MtNFqShnAlsDEihBLETrFh62Af2rBjJy58/s320/IMG_20110809_180110.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span id="goog_269314490"></span><span id="goog_269314491"></span>On this day, 10 years ago, my cute sister had planned on taking me and my mom to have a little pre-wedding M.S.D (mom, sister, daughter) moment. Pedicures was the plan. But I hadnt seen my espoused Daniel in 2 weeks, and he was flying into SLC around the same time. My sister arranged to have her husband pick up my soon to be husband, but I told her I HAD to see him as soon as his feet touched down on Utah soil. She told me I was a little crazy, after all this would be the last time we would be able to have a little MSD moment as I was moving to AZ only to return on occasional visits, besides, I was going to have eternity with Daniel, so 30 minutes while Big D(her husband) drove him to meet up with me wouldnt be that big of a deal. She made a decent argument,but when it came down to it, I HAD to be with my Daniel. With out him I didnt feel complete. I was a bit of a goober, and still am, but 10 years later I still dont like being apart from my Daniel.<br />
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After i picked him up, we drove down to Provo to get our marriage license, then headed to my moms house to get ready to go to the temple.<br />
This was the day I was going through the temple for my 1st time. I cant remember some of the little details of that day. I dont remember if Daniel and I drove with both my parents, or just my mom to the temple that evening. I remember a certain male cousin was trying to get me all weirded out previous to this day and told me something about being naked in the temple, so even though I knew he was trying to be funny with me, i was a little apprehensive with the "washing&anointing". Something I had kinda thought was gonna be really weird was indeed something really quite cool. I remember sitting with my mom in a small room with a few other young women and their moms,while the temple matriarch talked to us. I had the thought that when I was older in years and Daniel was retired, it would be pretty cool to be able to spend our days in the temple- kinda like this sweet lady was getting to do. I remember wondering were Daniel was at this point. Then I remember going into the next room, and having my mom, and sister, and some other relatives there, and across the aisle was my Daniel. I was so excited to see him. I remember my mom helping me with different things through out the endowment. I honestly chuckled to myself when I saw the "hats" the men wear. I confess, to this day whenever Daniel and I make it to the temple, I still chuckle to myself cuz I still think they are funny looking "hats". I remember Daniel taking me into the celestial room. I had been there once before during the open house of that temple, but being in there with my parents, some of my siblings, some of my relatives, and especially my Daniel, i felt joy.<br />
When we came out of the temple, the sun was just starting to set, and the sunset sky was splendid! Then we went back to my moms for dinner. After eating, Daniel and I went down into my moms basement to play with a few of my nephews, but they eventually had to go to bed, so Daniel and I started making out and then to my complete embarrassment and awkwardness his mother came down and interrupted our kissing fest. Like i said, awkward!<br />
A little bit later, I said goodnight to my Daniel and he spent the night with his familys friend who lived a few blocks over from my parents, and I went up to my room to finish packing all my stuff up.<br />
I think I finally crawled into bed around 3 am, but there on my pillow was a treasured note from my mom, expressing her hopes and support for me in this new chapter of my life, and her love for me as her child. Oh how I cherish that letter.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3reC_YAFL47XV87UBmlXgCLS-8l8CbSmgMxOkdw24VJzwVLqix30cysRnAKpA79d4fDN8_jneXHbiajlnCr4O_Bd5b2Nj6b6fgztmszGAo5E9a8VW9bjcQzKZcrLVH1x26Dg7gsMBfQ/s1600/JacksonFamily" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3reC_YAFL47XV87UBmlXgCLS-8l8CbSmgMxOkdw24VJzwVLqix30cysRnAKpA79d4fDN8_jneXHbiajlnCr4O_Bd5b2Nj6b6fgztmszGAo5E9a8VW9bjcQzKZcrLVH1x26Dg7gsMBfQ/s320/JacksonFamily" width="320" /></a></div>So on this day, I look back and reminisce about that day 10 years ago, and am thankful for 1- my Daniel, and even 10 years later, when he isnt around I really dont feel complete..and as excited as I was to see him that day 10 years ago, I feel that same excitement when he comes home from work each night. 2- my sweet mother who has been helping me through lifes experiences then and now. 3-The sacred, beautiful, & eternal ceremonies and the abundant presence of the Holy Ghost found in the temple. I can honestly say that no matter what craziness may be present in my life at certain times, I have ALWAYS found peace and calm when I go back to the temple. Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-63072619806724466532011-08-08T11:05:00.000-07:002011-08-08T11:22:42.286-07:00School Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaS0m9BauwU/TkAiwWD54JI/AAAAAAAABWo/Mrl7jJ_Dh18/s1600/IMG_20110808_084711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaS0m9BauwU/TkAiwWD54JI/AAAAAAAABWo/Mrl7jJ_Dh18/s320/IMG_20110808_084711.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib1sti3BjZA/TkAjNI5vNgI/AAAAAAAABWs/xcZv5xNprOE/s1600/IMG_20110808_085104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib1sti3BjZA/TkAjNI5vNgI/AAAAAAAABWs/xcZv5xNprOE/s320/IMG_20110808_085104.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbRTQoGBGCs/TkAjxUqb2PI/AAAAAAAABWw/YGnb3gbGw7E/s1600/IMG_20110808_084842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbRTQoGBGCs/TkAjxUqb2PI/AAAAAAAABWw/YGnb3gbGw7E/s320/IMG_20110808_084842.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Today is the 1st day back to school. I thought it was suppose to get easier each year, but as I dropped off my Kylie-girl and my Toast, I admit, I got emotional. I'm sending them off again, to spend almost 7 hours away from me every day. From meeting their teachers, I think things are gonna be ok this school year,but that's 7 hours where I'm not around to teach them,to help them, to encourage them, to love them. And as great as hopefully their teachers are, that's my girl and my boy, and i kind of feel like saying- do you understand how special my daughter is, do you understand how awesome my boy is- do you know that Kylie is so shy, and she has such a sweet heart, that she loves so unconditionally and expresses it in the form of little notes? do you know how smart she is? do you know how creative she is? Or how responsible? Do you know how funny my Ty is? Do you know he is a smarty pants too? That he excels when he feels confidence but when he is not confident he struggles to communicate that feeling, and just needs a little extra love and support? Do you know how imaginative that kid is? Do you know what a leader he can be?<br />
I wonder if that's how our Father in Heaven feels, when he sends his little ones into this world. hmmm....<br />
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Time is just going by too darn fast-- Kylie no longer lines up on the same side of the school- now she is with the "big kids"- but that cant be cuz she is still my little girl. Can she really be a 4th grader?<br />
I really didn't plan on spending my day wiping the tears away, but i just cant seem to help myself today. Can I still blame it on hormones? Good! ok, now wheres the chocolate? <br />
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Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-87653348075798149432011-07-30T16:19:00.000-07:002011-07-30T16:19:19.100-07:00priorities<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBFnZAk0fqsAR3TJKzo0IrG-vnz9AlD3f2XMKZgVT1IVYMB1-pH5zWkHFFgOcSng4MtkevpUTiwrNeEFBsxU6kFhnz2q57drKPCzZZv7eVBig_jzr7x-Dv0IL_TfQDrYptgjkBiKSbh8/s1600/IMG342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBFnZAk0fqsAR3TJKzo0IrG-vnz9AlD3f2XMKZgVT1IVYMB1-pH5zWkHFFgOcSng4MtkevpUTiwrNeEFBsxU6kFhnz2q57drKPCzZZv7eVBig_jzr7x-Dv0IL_TfQDrYptgjkBiKSbh8/s320/IMG342.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>I decided I need to start blogging again. My baby is almost 3 months old, and time is not slowing down like I hoped it would, so I am making it a priority to keep a record of the stages in our life. I've become a facebook addict since Joshua was born, and get on there anytime I sit down to feed my boy, but have neglected my blog in the meantime. And as fun as facebook can be, its not my personal web space for my journal, so back to the blog I return.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaiEqCNiTTF6V22XnC4yYO9bQ2MbRAwPxbX1UIzlgoiyUpfEZ2AZpeli6geLf3EMXG9qYXMmzJWel76C2w8OAwLlVsD5OHwBPDVwtGHIVmmf0CDGp5iqB5dGGoZLzyd86LABoxircwLuM/s1600/IMG_20110702_144246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaiEqCNiTTF6V22XnC4yYO9bQ2MbRAwPxbX1UIzlgoiyUpfEZ2AZpeli6geLf3EMXG9qYXMmzJWel76C2w8OAwLlVsD5OHwBPDVwtGHIVmmf0CDGp5iqB5dGGoZLzyd86LABoxircwLuM/s320/IMG_20110702_144246.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Kylie and Toast finished up another year of school back in June. They both learned and grew in so many ways this past year, and I am proud of them. They start school in one more week, but I am not wanting to let Kylie go back. She has been my right arm during her summer vacation. She is gonna be one awesome mother someday. She is such a help with Joshy, and when I'm taking care of him, she is such an immense help with James and Bennieboozie. She is ready to get back though. She has complained of "being bored" at least 500 times this summer.<br />
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Daniel is liking his new company, and is keeping busy. I don't know how I got so lucky to have this guy in my life but I am so grateful he is. I've noticed different guys who aren't really involved with their families, and it makes me sad, but grateful that I have my Daniel. He is so good to me and our kids. He spends his days working to provide for us,and comes home and helps me get the kids ready for bed. After he tells them their bedtime story, he takes Bennie to his bed and sings like 20 primary songs with him. It's one of my favorite things in this world. He recently got a new calling in our ward. He was the ward mission leader, and loved that, as he loves missionary work, but now is the executive secretary, so he gets to assist the bishopric. He has a few meetings before church, so I told him whatever slim chance we had to make it on time just got kissed goodbye. The kids and I probably wont be making it to church until its time for primary each Sunday, but that's probably a good thing to increase the level of reverence during the sacrament by not having the Jackson kids there. hahaha. <br />
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On our way home, our ac went out in the van, so that made for quite the adventure with 5 kids in 112 degree heat. At least the car worked and we got home- it could have been much worse.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I dont know why I feel the need to put the disclaimer- but I use my blog as my journal, and I need some kind of record of my babys arrival into this world, so I put it here, not so much to entertain anyone else, but for my own history. So if you read my blog, you have been warned..this probably wont be interesting to you...but feel free to skim through the pictures! <br />
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After getting my kids to school, I called the dr office and they wanted me to see one of the drs. I was scheduled for one of my NSTs at one, so they scheduled a dr appt right after that. The NST took 30 minutes, and then I had to wait for 3 flippin hours to see the dang dr. I explained what had been going on, and what I suspected since I had the same thing happen with a previous pregnancy. Anyway he checked me and I was at a 4..which I was surprised about cuz it's usually after I get to a 3 that things have happened quickly for me. But I hadnt been contracting since that previous night. Anyway the dr sent me to triage so they could run some tests. I quickly came home, found an angel of a friend to watch the kids, and Daniel and I got to spend several hours in triage.<br />
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Anyway around 4 in the morning my Dr came in and we had a nice little chat-(can I just say I hate being in a hospital gown, just waking up after not having had a decent sleep, not having brushed my teeth or having a shower or having my makeup on, and having to be "seen" by anyone. I'm so vain...but geez I felt really embarrassed.) Anyway he told me my electrolytes werent "slightly out of balance" but "crazy, scary out of balance." So what he wanted to do was stabalize me(meaning keeping that iv pumping stuff through my veins for a few more hours, then doing blood tests again, then if i was within a more normal range, they would start the pitocin and induce labor.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wP5J7jFpg5mAlS4Wjrk-g4nvaEt5tvYyBdTw69YipZURIpKWCddpUkcL4G7tZCpA1UT0xc0aaipOcsxqKgsKJ-_mIgxFNh2pfWZekHyu9AMjSUuaNdOw2_HSJCJwp7KzGe-7OkaHfVs/s1600/IMG_8162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wP5J7jFpg5mAlS4Wjrk-g4nvaEt5tvYyBdTw69YipZURIpKWCddpUkcL4G7tZCpA1UT0xc0aaipOcsxqKgsKJ-_mIgxFNh2pfWZekHyu9AMjSUuaNdOw2_HSJCJwp7KzGe-7OkaHfVs/s320/IMG_8162.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Anyway after taking pictures, and just marveling at this new little life, Daniel went to get me some dinner-( i hadnt eaten for like 36 hours and was DYING for something to eat, and got the kids and brought them to meet the newest member of our family. They were all so sweet taking turns holding him. It was a very tender moment for me- being in that room with my little family...brought me to tears...of course my hormones were wacky given that i just gave birth a couple hours earlier- but it was a moment I will cherish always.<br />
Daniel then took the kids home, and my postpartum nurse came in and holy moly was this lady a character. She very much knew this was my 5th baby as we talked about it, but she went through every single detail of childcare and recovery with me as if I had never done this before. She literally showed me how to change a diaper, how to check the babys temperature, how to burp the baby, how to care for the umbilical chord, how to nurse, and all sorts of other things-- she didnt leave my room until 2 am----and came back an hour and a half later to do vitals again! so by Wednesday morning I was beyond ready to get out of that hospital and get some sleep and get back to my routine, but the dang pediatrician wouldnt let me leave until 24 hours exactly, after time of birth arrived. Blasted all- so I had yet another entire day of no sleep, nurses and drs coming in and out, and then finally the hour arrived, and we came home.<br />
my sweet Daniel had cleaned the house, and my sweet sweet friend had come over with the little boys the day before and had tied some adorable balloons to the chairs and had the cutest packages on the table-it was just a sweet homecoming.<br />
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My mom has a herniated disc in her back, and has been in extreme pain this past month, and we werent sure if she was going to be able to come down, but miraculously things worked out and even though she still is in constant pain, it wasnt quite as severe as it had previously been. One of my awesome brothers ararnged to fly them down here, and we got spoiled for an entire week. My kids got so much love and attention, grandma helped with homework, and loved and held the baby, she took over so I could catch up on some sleep, watched the kids so I could get dr appointments and errands done, and even kept me up on my laundry and dishes-(even though I told her a million times not to) Grandpa helped fix a few things around the house, and helped us with our dang sprinkler system that we havent had time to figure out since we moved into this house, and played many a games with the kids as well. Their help got us through this past week, no doubt. But now that they are back home, and we are facing this week without them, I am starting to get a little panicky. Daniel and I think my mom should just move in with us for a while. :)<br />
Anyway- this baby is just the sweetest little guy. He is so calm and peaceful. He has an aura of wisdom about him...Daniel was trying to come up with a name that tied into "wise one." :) The kids all love him and love holding him and giving him hug and kisses. I, too, love holding him and smelling him and just having him here. Truly his presence in our home and in our family has had a calming effect on me. The miracle of life never ceases to amaze me and strengthen my testimony that Heavenly Father is in charge, that He is aware, that He is brilliant, and that He is the source of life and of love. How grateful I am that He sent this one to me. How grateful I am that things went ok- the scary thing to me is that I could have gone into labor sunday night and could have suffered a heart attack with things being out of balance, and considering that I was at a 4 for over 24 hours and hadnt gone into labor but was able to get things stabalized before hand, I believe my Heavenly Father allowed me to have the time I needed to get things back in balance, and allowed things to work out for our family the way they did. It's pretty miraculous to me, and I am so thankful to my Father in Heaven for the miracles i have witnessed in my life. And I am so thankful that my sweet Daniel holds the priesthood and was able to use that gift at the time we needed Heavenly Fathers help.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8qz1i4doP_oA75WO07fV0D3_oxsy2fss5vqgHvwGlqwjFqoG_PADK3XayXMZvhLQ5fuoSApJ9RoXu3jR3ino5rRVI35ESZtJDM1RYBdfZRw0FlkEaFDz-up97Zl1-cSfu2e3V-Hhizc/s1600/IMG_20110514_080314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8qz1i4doP_oA75WO07fV0D3_oxsy2fss5vqgHvwGlqwjFqoG_PADK3XayXMZvhLQ5fuoSApJ9RoXu3jR3ino5rRVI35ESZtJDM1RYBdfZRw0FlkEaFDz-up97Zl1-cSfu2e3V-Hhizc/s320/IMG_20110514_080314.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>And now I think it is safe to say this sweet baby boy finally has his name. He was gonna be Phineas, then Jaxon, then Matthew, but for one reason or another those names just werent for him, so after switching and discussing a million times over, we finally settled on Joshua Daniel Jackson. And man o man are we in love with him!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-12291401661256989012011-05-08T13:23:00.000-07:002011-05-08T13:23:55.882-07:00Mothers Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-40rXRNM_hdxAmidDJLxSteTe8YbFVps8icCduoQVeIIh29p7_fMh1gTIXe-RymQjqOveyHJELF3oKcg11EIj1jUlUb-CwuTNum4lMswWumKUl4_-UDDzUwhdYU8VmLWsbW4nAhQBfKk/s1600/IMG_20110505_161151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-40rXRNM_hdxAmidDJLxSteTe8YbFVps8icCduoQVeIIh29p7_fMh1gTIXe-RymQjqOveyHJELF3oKcg11EIj1jUlUb-CwuTNum4lMswWumKUl4_-UDDzUwhdYU8VmLWsbW4nAhQBfKk/s320/IMG_20110505_161151.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>On this beautiful day, as I sit here holding my teeny tiny baby cuddled up on my chest, my heart is so full, that it's ready to burst. This year, so far, has been a bit of a whirlwind for our family. We bought our house, renovated(well mostly that was my dad, but we helped out where we could), moved in, Daniel switched companies with his work, we've been growing a baby, raising 4 other kids, and now here it is May and we are now a family of 7!<br />
I have written posts about my feelings of adding another boy to our home, written how I questioned my Father in Heavens plan for our family...how the thought was overwhelming many, many, many times as we were expecting this little one.<br />
But now that this absolutely precious boy is here, I honestly cant imagine loving anyone more. In the 5 days he has been alive, there has been such a peace and calmness that arrived in my usually anxiety ridden/OCD-ed heart. There is (amid the frustrations from everyone adjusting here and there(ie:fighting, whining, temper tantrums, basically just needing a little reassurance and love and attention)) a new feeling of love and a new little piece of heaven in our home. <br />
And as today is a day devoted to celebrating the wonderful blessing of mothers/motherhood, my mind has been constantly drawn into a prayer of Thanksgiving to my Father in Heaven for allowing my pathetic weak self to have the blessing of having Kylie, Tyler, James, Ben, and now my sweet Baby Matty to be a mother to.<br />
There are many nights before climbing into bed that I think "well today was a BIG FAILURE on my part! I yelled at the kids, lost my temper, overreacted to something stupid, spent too much time cleaning my house instead of playing games with my kids, too much time nagging about homework and not nearly enough hugs or "love yous!" But even so, I do try, ...each day I try to do a little better because mothering is the most important job to me in the world. There is absolutely NOTHING that I would rather be doing, even though it is so hard sometimes, so overwhelming, so under-appreciated, so worrisome, so emotionally involved, so draining, and sometimes even a little bit lonely, but it's also the most joyful, precious, hilarious, and sacred gift i can imagine.<br />
These sweet children that have been sent to Daniel and I do seem to teach us more than we seem to teach them, but while they are in their youth, we are so grateful that we get to be the ones watching them learn and grow, being the ones who protect them, being the ones that try to teach them, being the ones that get to hold them, sing to them, celebrate with them, tuck them in at night and then yell down the hall for them to "STOP TALKING AND GO TO SLEEP!," the ones who grind our teeth when we've told them to stop tattling, or fighting, or wrestling, or told them for the seemingly millionth time to clean up that mess, yet also the ones who get the hugs, or the snuggles, or the "you re my favorite, mommy/daddy!" Really- how does life get any sweeter than the precious moments of mother&father-hood?<br />
So yes, my heart is full today, and what makes it even more special is that for the first time since I became a mom, my own dear mother is here with me and my family today. As I watch her hold my baby, watch her talk to, play with, and love my kids, I have to hold back the tears. There are 3 constants in my life- the first being my Savior. The 2nd my dear mother, and the 3rd, my Daniel. I've written lots about how much i love, adore, appreciate, and sometimes even get frustrated with my Daniel. I have written a few posts sharing little parts of my testimony and love of my Savior. And I have written a post or 2 about my dear mom..but words really can't express how deep my gratitude/love/&admiration for this amazing woman goes. Like Ive shared before, she has this gift of loving..this perfect charity. Her testimony and faith has brought many miracles into my life, and the lives of my siblings. Her perfect mothering, her gentle encouraging, her never failing support... She is, next to the Savior, the most perfect example I have to follow. It is my goal to be the mother to my kids, that she has been and will always be to me. I don't know why I got so lucky, so blessed to have her as my mother, but again, I thank my Father in Heaven that I did/do.<br />
And now that this post has taken me 2 hours to do..(since I'm doing it one handed as I have a sleeping tiny baby in my other) I think i shall finally lay him down and go take a shower. :)Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-25632468049489584192011-04-05T12:09:00.000-07:002011-04-05T12:09:23.687-07:00ConfessionsConfessions:<br />
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1- I love my kids, but a 2 week long spring break is making me want to bang some heads together! who the fetch decided 2 weeks was a good idea? one would have been perfect. 2 is torture! my oldest 2 have been at each others throats a million times a day and I swear my blood pressure is skyrocketing. That cant be good for the baby. But since we reached the 100 degree mark last week, we did "cool off" (from the being at each others throat thing) by running through the sprinklers, and breaking out the inflatable pool. April and already 100 degrees. good ol AZ.<br />
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2- I still cant force myself to gag down my nasty iron pills, and honestly this is what I have every night for dinner-<br />
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3- I'm going on no sleep- I am so dang exhausted, but this baby is extremely active at night and i cant sleep with my ginormous preggo belly moving up down and all around. I admit- I like to feel him moving just so i know he is ok, but after about 5 minutes, when Daniel is snoring away and i want to be, but this baby is kicking, squirming, yogaing for what seems like all night- I get rather irritated. can this month just be over already?<br />
4-I'm a bit of a candy -aholic. mostly it's with jr mints and/or yorks, but with all the Easter candy being around for the past few weeks I've become obsessed with jelly beans. until i ate half a bag in one day and felt so nauseated that i couldn't eat anything else for 2 days following-(anything except my precious shaved ice) now i cant even look at jelly beans without dry heaving. I don't think i will be eating jelly beans for the rest of my life. <br />
5- I'm debating whether to start James into Kindergarten this coming fall. He misses the deadline by a little over a month for the school the other 2 go to, but there is a charter school that will let him start this year. He is ready to go- academically and socially- for the most part, but I don't know that I want him to be the youngest in his class. SO I'm not sure what to do. We started Tyler a year later cuz he was in the same boat, but he is so bored with school and has been all year cuz they are doing stuff he knew how to do last year. He and I are both frustrated cuz he hasn't learned much his year, and while his teacher has been great to try to give him extra work cuz she recognizes that he is ahead of the class, its not a good thing to have your kid bored with school and not really learning or progressing. He's gonna hate school- so I'm thinking if I don't start James and he goes the following year, he will be in the same boat as Ty is now- ahead of the class and he will get bored with it and hate school.. But if I start him, he will be the youngest and most likely the smallest.so what to do, what to do...<br />
6-I haven't cleaned my house in 2 weeks- I've done maintenance, but haven't done my normal biweekly scrub downs. And i haven't changed the bed sheets in those 2 weeks either. I feel soooo terribly guilty about that too. But holy macaroni, i cant muster up the energy to get it done- especially since whenever I do scrub the house down, and change all the sheets I cant move the next day and am in excruciating pain and have severe braxton hicks that wont let up. I told Daniel we should hire a maid until a month after this baby is born, otherwise I don't think this house is gonna be scrubbed down until that time, and i might pull out all my hair cuz I really don't like feeling like my house isn't "clean." Ocd at its finest.<br />
7- My sister in law is expecting their 2nd baby a couple months after I'm due. She posted her little teeny tiny preggo belly a few weeks back and honestly you can barely tell she is even pregnant. My mom was like, "you should put up a picture" basically so she can see how huge I am- but when I told her there was no way I was gonna put my picture up especially since I look like Gloria the hippo in comparison to my tiny sister in law, my mom replies with- "well she has 10 inches of height on you," as if that makes me feel better. But ya know- for being so dang short and pregnant - it really isn't fair- I have no torso room, so whatever weight i gain it looks so much more noticeable cuz it has no where to go but out- and speaking of which- why do people say "you are looking very pregnant"?? um obviously I am very pregnant so yeah i will be looking very pregnant being that i am very pregnant-- there is an actual human being growing inside of me- so yeah my belly is gonna be expanding- oh that comment just bugs me.of course everything bugs me... I'm freaking pregnant and hormonal and in this last month of miserable pressure and braxton hicks and sciatica and shortness of breath, heartburn, and headaches and exhaustion and no sleep and charlie horses and back aches and swollen feet and waddling around and completely stretched- aughghghg. seriously this month just needs to end so i can be done.<br />
8- Daniel tried being sympathetic to my feelings of hugeness on Sunday and went around like this for a few minutes....<br />
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9- i hate the word "fart." Seriously. I hate it! I think its just a terrible ugly word. But for the past few months, my boys have been saying it- and i have been so irritated and trying to figure out where they heard it from cuz Daniel doesn't say it, and i don't say it and Kylie doesn't say it. so i assumed Ty heard it at school and used it in front of his brothers so they were all saying it- but then we were all watching despicable me the other day and it became very clear that they got that ugly word not from Ty, but from that silly little movie. perhaps i should be grateful that at least it wasn't any even uglier word.<br />
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and finally 10- I have never been a fan of oatmeal. Makes me gag. but with this pregnancy I have had oatmeal almost every morning for breakfast. for some reason i thought it was the best thing ever. until a few weeks ago. and now i cant stand it again. just the thought of it gives me the heeby jeebies. gross and ick! So I'm thinking- maybe the fact I'm sick of it is a sign I'm nearing the finishing line and can get back to my normal self soon. Technically 38 weeks is considered full term right- so that's only a couple weeks away. But then realistically I've never had a baby that early. They have been right around the 40 week "due date." so i don't think it would be wise to get my hopes up cuz that'll make the last two weeks drag even more miserably by. Seriously though, I am ready to be done. I feel like I've been pregnant forever and I just am ready to meet this little guy and hold him, and kiss him, and count his fingers and toes, and marvel at the miraculousness of new life. Plus I cant lie- I really miss my mom right now and knowing she is gonna come down after this little guys arrival- well I'm ready for her to come now. Sometimes a girl just needs her mom ya know.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-41702176964636403272011-03-25T10:08:00.000-07:002011-03-25T10:08:19.629-07:00Thinking back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12HWHQBMqpqo-C_vb1OMOBorkj93J3sikM9LBNwqihUkcSNPi7hikkewrxv_KmzVo0OkOUhmSkeKtWXjbVU5uN-9gLQru2plEaAH_zFYMC9ACMpOnbBHHKohOH5miE81UdpbLQaoyAJc/s1600/IMG_20110325_094035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12HWHQBMqpqo-C_vb1OMOBorkj93J3sikM9LBNwqihUkcSNPi7hikkewrxv_KmzVo0OkOUhmSkeKtWXjbVU5uN-9gLQru2plEaAH_zFYMC9ACMpOnbBHHKohOH5miE81UdpbLQaoyAJc/s320/IMG_20110325_094035.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Yesterday we celebrated Bennie-boo's birthday. He was one happy kid all day long, and that just made me happy. And since I am such a slacker with zilch energy lately I didnt get any pictures. I'm terrible!!! But i wanted to write my thoughts on this little one of mine.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj390pHNosoWAac8a5CaJSFU1cM3PIPkAO1jVHpdsWU9_wBc3cp_FU84UY8eM_t6W4wUAs8iWAuJ03Q5BjdhxkYnr-w4HgB0MyOTmNnNq0-W_nVeJmIakwMAX9UJorE5ssKcprwFLBXlR4/s1600/STA60001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj390pHNosoWAac8a5CaJSFU1cM3PIPkAO1jVHpdsWU9_wBc3cp_FU84UY8eM_t6W4wUAs8iWAuJ03Q5BjdhxkYnr-w4HgB0MyOTmNnNq0-W_nVeJmIakwMAX9UJorE5ssKcprwFLBXlR4/s320/STA60001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>When I was pregnant with Ben,and found out he was a boy- I was slightly surprised cuz i thought i was gonna have a girl, and we would have 4 kids, and we would be complete. (But 3 boys was much easier to wrap my brain around than 4!) However, once we had our little Ben, I couldnt have loved him more. From day one this boy has been a snuggler. I seriously love that he still is. If he sees an open lap, he is there in a flash. He is my happy go lucky kid, He has brought such a sweetness into our home and I honestly cant picture our family without him.<br />
Obviously I am pregnant with our 4th boy- and many times throughout this pregnancy Ive had moments of "another boy?" freak-out-ed-ness. But knowing how much we love and need our Bennie-boo, how much love he brings to our family- well, lets just say those moments still come,(especially when all 3 of my boys are fighting/wrestling/screaming/causing all sorts of mayhem/and destroying) but i just have to look at my Bennie-boo and the freak-out-ed-ness is replaced with laughter and a looking-forward-ness to more of this mostly-fun-loving-craziness in our lives with yet another boy.<br />
And just for record sake, I asked Ben what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday a couple weeks back, and he said "a cookie cake, like daddys." I thought, thats easy enough, until the next week he changed his mind to "a mario cake like toastys." Then it was back to the cookie cake, then back to the mario cake, then an elmo cake, then a "blue toad from mario world" cake, then back to the cookie cake, then back to the mario, then it was a froggy cake, then phineas and ferb cake, then back to the froggy cake...so after he changed his mind 100 times- i made up the froggy cake, and surprisingly it turned out pretty decent considering how lacking I am in the cake decorating skills department. Anyway I document this little tidbit of information cuz Ben takes after his daddy in a lot of things, but apparently he is a little nuts like his mom when trying to make a decision. And that just cracks me up.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-5607015311574529092011-03-15T10:20:00.000-07:002011-03-15T10:23:10.256-07:00same old stuffMy dad has a little saying..."same old stuff, different day"- and that is pretty much how life has been the past few weeks. And that's just fine by me. We are getting all ready for the baby, although I still have several weeks to go. But it does feel good getting prepared. Daniel and I are trying to put our brains into baby mode again. Diapers, bottles, binkys, burp clothes, formula, spit up, no sleep, ...we feel like we've been out of it for so long, although its only been 3 years, but boy, do babies grow and change quickly. All in all we are getting so excited to meet this baby, excited to count his tiny fingers and toes, excited not be be pregnant anymore, but instead hold him close, and just so excited for all the joy and love and new baby brings.<br />
So being ever so pregnant, I have been trying my best to keep up with my walking, and since I have absolutely no energy to do it in the mornings anymore, I am walking in the early evenings. When I was able to get up in the mornings, I would go before my kids got up and while Daniel was getting ready for work..but now, since Daniel is at work in the early evenings and I have my kids to take care of, we go to a nearby park and they play while I walk around the little sidewalk track. Last week we had stopped in at the dollar store and the kids picked up some little buckets and shovels, and decided they wanted to take them to the park. So I'm walking and am just kind of in my own world with my thoughts but as I came around by the playground and passed them, I had one of those precious moments where I looked at all of them, busy in their digging adventures and had to brush away a tear or two as my heart felt so immensely full. There are so many moments where I am driven a little insane by the craziness of them all, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love being their mother and I love watching them grow and learn and I especially love the tender little moments when i look at all of them and everything else falls away and I recognize just how blessed I've been.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6s-Q4Ivn4yDvmSPtkvC8MSw9vOLMKd74lzXcUDyzXJS52L3MRncSw4vxiJws0lWLPIpVatSctvzaJJsI-3IAg2McuV_Lu08dPSe79YeB7m0-spPh16YCjaNr-yxxyOv1qFyayXcrtb0Y/s1600/IMG_20110309_175953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6s-Q4Ivn4yDvmSPtkvC8MSw9vOLMKd74lzXcUDyzXJS52L3MRncSw4vxiJws0lWLPIpVatSctvzaJJsI-3IAg2McuV_Lu08dPSe79YeB7m0-spPh16YCjaNr-yxxyOv1qFyayXcrtb0Y/s320/IMG_20110309_175953.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>(someone please remind me of this after my new one is born and we are all going through our own adjustments and I'm grouchy as can be and am considering giving them all away- :) )Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-65009175550676288622011-03-01T15:30:00.000-08:002011-03-01T15:30:43.941-08:00name gameMy Daniel had his birthday last week. Since it was a weekday he had to work, but when he got home, the kids were sure excited to celebrate with him. We made his favorite dinner, made a giant cookie cake, and had his homemade cards and presents from each of the kiddies to open.<br />
Personally, I never know what to get for Daniel- he always comes up with the best gifts for me, but I totally stink in the gift giving department for him, but this year I arranged to have a friend babysitt the kids overnight and we went to san diego for a little getaway! It rained and even snowed in the mountains between here and there on saturday, so we didnt get to go to the beach, but we did get to go to the temple, we got to go out to eat at some of our favorite places, and even did a little shopping. mostly we just enjoyed a little break from the everyday and enjoyed our time together. <br />
So while on this little trip, Daniel threw a curve ball into my carefully planned ocd plans. When we traveled up to my moms for thanksgiving, we were all thinking we were gonna find out for sure we were having our baby girl, and we have had her name picked out FOREVER. But to be silly I told the kids and Daniel we needed to come up with a boy name "just in case."<br />
Daniel is the worst with names- I have a huge list of names i really like and every single one of them he vetoes. He's done this with James and Ben and i find it quite frustrating cuz I like to have a name picked out from the moment I find out whether we are having a girl or boy so that I can call my baby by his/her name. Anyway I went through my list and Daniel, of course, vetoed everything, so in exasperation I was throwing out random weird names. And of course when I do that he actually ends up agreeing on them. I threw out Phineas in reference to Phineas and Ferb and Daniel was totally in to it. I thought he was being sarcastic, but he said he actually really like it. And he got all the kids calling the baby Phineas after that. I wasnt sold on the idea and thought it was weird, but after so many of my kids prayers asking for baby Phineas to grow healthy and strong, I ended up going along with it. in a weird way it was cute and come on, who doesnt love Phineas and ferb? Phineas is a child genius. SO he(the baby currently in utero) has been Phineas for a few months.<br />
But on this little getaway Daniel drops the bomb on me that he now finds the name weird and doesnt want to name him that. im like "WHAT????!!!!???? I have got 9 weeks left--(7 if Im lucky and go 2 weeks early!!!! crossing my fingers!!) and you are telling this to me NOW- ummm do I need to remind you I am a little bit psycho and need to have things planned out or else I get a tense-(cough cough- ok maybe a lot tense) especially when I am pregnant and my hormones/emotions are all over the place-- you cant do that to me!" and im thinking isnt he the one that got us all hooked on that name anyway? But NOW he thinks its weird? What the flip? He's playing with fire.<br />
So we have been going through names again. And again- everything I like- he doesnt.And yet he wont give me anything serious to work with. SO frustrating!!! I need my baby to have a name. Its driving me crazy.<br />
So when I was pregnant with James, I loved the name Jaxon. I am all about the x in a name- its tough and cool and to tell the truth Jaxon Jackson is just AWESOME...in my opinion. But Daniel hated it. As did anyone else that I told that name to. I tried it again when expecting Ben, but again Daniel thought I was wack outta my mind. so when I threw it out this time around- Daniel actually mulls it over and tells me he likes it. Um--yeah...I cant tell if Daniel is pulling my leg, but since I suggested it he still seems to be on board.. Unless he wants to have the wrath of pregnant Kimmy to deal with, he better not be changing his mind again! <br />
Last night when we were having family prayer, Toast was offering it, and got all upset and stopped right in the middle of his prayer to tell me he didnt "want to pray for baby Jack Jack"-(my favorite nickname....Incredibles anyone?) because "he is still baby Phineas!" Maybe he just needs a little time to adjust to the change...James actually likes it simply because he thinks he is Dash, Kylie is Violet, Daniel is Mr Incredible and I'm "the mom" (he is still trying to place Toast and Ben, but since he doesnt want to share his identity he's having a hard time cuz he doesnt want Syndrome/Buddy to be part of our family for Ty, and Ben cant be Frozone cuz "Frozone is just their friend but not an Incredible." But he is liking the idea of baby jack jack, and the fact he can turn himself "into fire or stone or the devil, and shoot lasers out of his eyes!" (I'm hoping my baby doesnt turn into the devil, or stone, or fire-- but the laser thing might be cool)<br />
Honestly, I'm feeling anxious cuz i really dont think Daniel is seriously gonna let me name our baby Jaxon Jackson. We shall see. But really-- isnt it just a seriously awesome cool name?Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-47439634266989662202011-02-18T08:50:00.000-08:002011-02-18T08:50:14.357-08:00Just a few of my favorite thingsThere are a few things that have been making me just so happy as of late, and I wanted to write them down before my deteriorating mind forgets...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjEHnUXdM2KEj4YRg9v3dNytjAlfhxtBRsLqT54gFSdOhT-kuZlhz9pgPLj_7eRrSFMWzXcZGU1l0AOdAT2IjkH0XCE8JMRSzOs-XIXdTT3hb6HBDmFE0AeQcH_0Q3ifbPySxo80sZ0M/s1600/body_waxing_tweezer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjEHnUXdM2KEj4YRg9v3dNytjAlfhxtBRsLqT54gFSdOhT-kuZlhz9pgPLj_7eRrSFMWzXcZGU1l0AOdAT2IjkH0XCE8JMRSzOs-XIXdTT3hb6HBDmFE0AeQcH_0Q3ifbPySxo80sZ0M/s1600/body_waxing_tweezer.jpg" /></a></div>1- Our friend gave us her playset when we moved, which we love, only problem is the wood is a little rough and the kids have had several slivers from it...James, who had never had a sliver before was calling them owies until he heard me talking to Kylie about one of her slivers and he now talks about his "snivers" everyday. Oh how I love how he calls them "snivers" Its one of my favorite things.<br />
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2- Bennieboo has an obsession with granola bars. He seriously eats like 5 a day. What I love though is that he asks me each time if he can have a "nalona nola bah." I seriously laugh each time he says that. Even if I'm in a terribly grouchy mood- hearing him say that makes me chuckle each time.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIuhbm-SrxUTjMczQWOBrkXOijruUhOCIqpYYtkWd_hyphenhyphen4fkDmmvM7v80dOdvc7aEYP4cSc7XBZh2KKk-8h30MlaMyJdk3fuEWfgmnY93V9qimXcSGaZ3nfw0c2s14ZtNI94W3MZvqod0/s1600/cone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIuhbm-SrxUTjMczQWOBrkXOijruUhOCIqpYYtkWd_hyphenhyphen4fkDmmvM7v80dOdvc7aEYP4cSc7XBZh2KKk-8h30MlaMyJdk3fuEWfgmnY93V9qimXcSGaZ3nfw0c2s14ZtNI94W3MZvqod0/s1600/cone.jpg" /></a></div>3- In my 3rd trimester of each pregnancy I get rather anemic. I cant get enough of the smell of dirt and the chonking of ice. I have chipped several teeth throughout my previous pregnancies with all the ice I chonk on. And right on cue- I got to my 3rd trimester in this pregnancy and I cant get enough ice-- but since my sweet Daniel bought me a shaved ice machine several months ago- we have been enjoying our shaved ice each night. I LOVE IT! And since its shaved ice- its saving my teeth this time around. <br />
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4- I have always had a thing for sunrises and sunsets. Its not only therapeutic, its also a spiritual thing for me. Anyway for the past 2 months I lost my walking partner, and have been walking by myself- and since I'm by myself, I go walking a little later than the 2 of us did, so on the last part of my walk I get to see the sky ablazing with the morning sunrises. But for the past 2 weeks I have not been able to get my self out of bed so early to do my walking. (I blame the anemia) So instead I have been going in the early evenings. And now instead of the glorious sunrises, I walk as the sun in setting. this week-- the sunsets have been out of this world! Also- since its a full moon- the past week has been really cool to see these gorgeous sunsets on one side of the sky and then turn and see this ginormous full moon rising from the other. Majestic!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyhx0o8R4v3_8NqgKxGsvNCBwwi2SbKlxNTP6V9o3WvxPbKEnq9PVD-6WQvtW_BPdUNieuOkb4TrVRGDUwytPzTMAfuEPk8bovWC1Y2b3zswdBTEJogdn4oLxObfL6Lm0UeUNDj-qRu0/s1600/IMG_7216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyhx0o8R4v3_8NqgKxGsvNCBwwi2SbKlxNTP6V9o3WvxPbKEnq9PVD-6WQvtW_BPdUNieuOkb4TrVRGDUwytPzTMAfuEPk8bovWC1Y2b3zswdBTEJogdn4oLxObfL6Lm0UeUNDj-qRu0/s320/IMG_7216.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>5-lastly--again with my Bennieboo. I ask him all the time why he is so cute, and he always responds "I awesome!" He's just matter of fact about it too- it just cracks me up. and this past week he has started adding "ya know" on the end of every sentence. SO he says "I awesome, ya know!" Man alive I love that kid.<br />
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Happy Friday ya'll!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-23297172573079173962011-02-15T20:43:00.000-08:002011-02-15T20:43:36.070-08:00Lets talk about LOVE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQf9KQKbVFQCKmnyEb5l-ncidMtMsGRQD4V8zMWNLOpy4yUds1oVWFXsgVUdUvqPUzgpvZb-gjhad4oLkENOYjJwO0OQXCBAqRtDh2rrVXUiWHxTbPhgN5aik02_6ZXibx9A9Fgs9TySY/s1600/hearts-1474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQf9KQKbVFQCKmnyEb5l-ncidMtMsGRQD4V8zMWNLOpy4yUds1oVWFXsgVUdUvqPUzgpvZb-gjhad4oLkENOYjJwO0OQXCBAqRtDh2rrVXUiWHxTbPhgN5aik02_6ZXibx9A9Fgs9TySY/s320/hearts-1474.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><br />
I know I maybe slightly go a little tiny bit overboard with bragging about my Daniel, but since its my blog, and my journal...I think its good for my kids to know how great their daddy is in his role as a husband, so I tell it like it is.<br />
I am not a big Valentines Day fan...I try to make it fun for the kids and try to come up with some small gesture to let Daniel know how much I love and appreciate him, (like vandalizing his car) (dont ask) but I like the ordinary day gestures best..I dont care so much about flowers on Valentines day- although Daniel does get them for me..and I wont refuse chocolate any day either..which Daniel does as well..but what I really love about my Daniel is that he really puts his heart and soul into our relationship, and to being "there" for me, even/especially when there are a few bumps in the road.<br />
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I have been more emotional with this pregnancy than I have been with any of my others. I seriously cry all the time, which is making me think I'm crazy cuz I'm not too big on crying. "It gives me a headache"-(famous quote by Sister Hinckley ringing a bell?!!!) but seriously- my hormones have been so wack for the past 29 weeks and I cry all the flippin time. When we were in the mess of renovating, I went over to the old house to pack some things up, leaving Daniel, my dad, and our kids at the new house. (I kinda needed a break from my wild ones, and Daniel thought I wouldnt "over-do it" while packing stuff up, like I had been trying to renovate at the new house. Anyway.. after a couple of hours I was burned out- it was late, we had been working for over a week and had been doing late nights and were all off the routine and I just became overwhelmed thinking how much more we had to do, and was feeling like a bad mom since my kids werent getting all the attention they usually get from me, and I just sunk to the floor and sobbed for a good 15 minutes. I was feeling so alone, and just overwhelmed and in that moment decided to pray. And I told my father how I was feeling and let it all out... and pleaded for some help. Not 5 minutes later my sweet Daniel came in. How I love the quote "Heavenly Father hears and answers our prayers, but it's usually through another person that he takes care of our needs." I believe with all my heart he sent my sweet Daniel over to comfort me in that moment. And Daniel just hugged me for a good 10 minutes while I cried on his shoulder. Never once making me feel bad for "loosing it." Never once making me feel like the crazy psycho pregnant woman I am. Just loving me and then helped me load up some boxes to take over to the new house. SO again.. i love that Daniel is "there" for me. And its on the days and in the ways I need it most.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRbxer-obXoZ2runkur8WM5aDRk0XewXfiY8F1MzLw7JLb0Q_p_CYFnlG-Msd_QITcl9iDsmqDyEOe13ZckD18IlmKhUg1cqrEE5IXIOW5Bk7qizimPsZ9eSIikC66Jb0tcQrfz06CmI/s1600/IMG_7034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRbxer-obXoZ2runkur8WM5aDRk0XewXfiY8F1MzLw7JLb0Q_p_CYFnlG-Msd_QITcl9iDsmqDyEOe13ZckD18IlmKhUg1cqrEE5IXIOW5Bk7qizimPsZ9eSIikC66Jb0tcQrfz06CmI/s320/IMG_7034.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Secondly- I love how thoughtful my Daniel is. I seriously dont know how I got so lucky to be with this guy. HE is the most thoughtful, caring, selfless guy and many times over I realize I really dont deserve him. I just really really lucked out. Again..in the chaos of renovating, Daniel was getting up early to go to work, and tried cramming his usual 10 hour daily work load into 5, so he could get off and come spend all afternoon and evening working on the new house. once i got my oldest 2 off to school, I would load up snacks and what not and bring the other 2 over and let them play in the backyard while I worked on chiseling away old shower tiles, shoveling rocks(dont ask), prepping/masking for paint, and clean up. By the time each day was done we were all exhausted. And my dang back would be killing me, and the one thing that wanted above all else was to soak in a hot bath to ease some of the intense pain I was feeling...but the dang water heater went out, so we had several nights of freezing cold quick showers before we could get it replaced. But my sweet Daniel- who was exhausted himself, knew I was in pain and knew that some slight relief would come with a hot bath, so he got out all the pots and pans and boiled the freezing cold water a hundred times over to fill up that bathtub-(he carried each one up the stairs each time to pour it in the tub- seriously he went up and down those stairs at least 50 times)-- all so I could get a few moments of relief. Who does that? He was so tired himself and dealt with the cold shower and Im sure he just really wanted to sleep, but instead he did that for me..without my asking. if thats not love- I dont know what is.<br />
So yes I brag about my Daniel..but really- how could I not? I write it down so that my kids know how incredible their daddy is and in hopes my boys will one day grow up to be like their dad. After all the world could use a few more like him...perhaps thats why we are getting "blessed" with so many boys...(im still trying to wrap my brain around having another boy join the ranks in a few more weeks.!! One more trimester to go....)Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-1124294606552558682011-02-09T15:05:00.000-08:002011-02-09T15:05:59.075-08:00Feels like HomeGood news!!! We are in our new house, and I must say I LOVE IT! What a crazy few weeks we had, but now that we are settled, unpacked, organized, all fresh and clean and new, and everything is almost just how I want it, I can say the adventure of getting to this point was well worth it!!!<br />
We had many late nights, many early mornings, and trying to do it while maintaining some sense of normalcy for the kids was quite the challenge. I had a few emotional breakdowns during the process, but seeing as how we were renovating one house, trying to pack up clean and move out of another, move into the new one, deal with broken collarbones, having the water heater in the old house go out a week before moving out, continue to try to get homework done, piano practiced, people fed and taken care of all while sporting my ginormous pregnant belly...well it could have been worse. :) Thankfully we have some great friends/ward members and thankfully my Daniel was very supportive and patient through it all.<br />
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pretty amazing if I do say so myself!<br />
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with an all stainless steel look...but we have to work up our savings accounts before we can splurge. :)<br />
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(its hard to see the detail with my camera phone,<br />
but believe me, the tile looks amazing, especially considering<br />
how gross those tiny tiles and black grout was!)<br />
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My boys loved watching grandpa use<br />
the backhoe to dig the hole. <br />
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(all new carpet, paint & trim! Lovin it!)<br />
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I took some before pictures, but now cant find the SD card they are on, and I was gonna take some after pictures with my awesome camera, but unfortunately my camera bag wasn't zipped up and got knocked over and my camera fell out and busted. (I am seriously so depressed over that right now!!!) So I took some after shots with my phone instead.<br />
The previous owners had a dog, so I wasn't too thrilled with the old gross dog infused hair and germ ridden carpet. The bathrooms had those small white cheap tiles with the grout that was once white, but after a few years turned black, so it was disgusting and yucky, the kitchen, laundry room, and bathrooms all had cheap gross old linoleum flooring, the paint was ugly and old, the window coverings were yucky , dirty and old. And the front room was just a big wide open waste of space to me...so we (and by we I mean my awesome dad) first built an office, and cut the front room down to a more appropriate size, we repainted, re tiled the bathtubs, shower, and the bathroom and laundry room floors, we put some laminate down in the office and kitchen, re carpeted, got some new blinds-(we looked into shutters as I love the look of shutters, but holy smokes shutters are so dang expensive!!!) put in some ceiling fans, and even got the backyard set up a bit more to my liking. My awesome dad even put in some shoe shelves for us in the garage, and some shelves in the kids closets, and after all that and a very thorough scrub down, we unpacked, organized and are seriously in love with our home. But now that the house is looking so great, Daniel and I are thinking we are gonna need to replace our old furniture sometime soon. If only our tax refund was gonna be bigger. I am missing George Bush's economic stimulation checks... :)<br />
Now we get to prepare for our little Phineas. My kids are worried he is gonna be bigger than our house since my protruding abdomen is getting bigger than our house apparently. Sometimes I am not a fan of the honesty of a child. My dad thought I was due next month as he thought i was looking ready to pop. And even my Dr made a gesture at my last appointment suggesting that I am looking very pregnant. (I'm kinda surprised since he is a ob- one would think he would play cautiously to the fragile emotions of a pregnant woman)- but there is no escaping it. I'm humongous. At least Daniel tells me I'm not. Bless him. He is just so good to me.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817390138588644183.post-59829980521531391982011-01-18T16:42:00.000-08:002011-01-18T16:42:58.358-08:00Just our luck.I wasn't planning on blogging until we are settled into our new house, but as i need some family history written, I'm breaking my own rule. Not that it was really a rule, more like I knew going into all of our planned projects I wasn't gonna have much time on my hands. But unplanned for things need to be noted in out little blog journal.<br />
So my mom and dad traveled down last weekend to help us with our house. My mom had to fly back Sunday as she had to be back to work Monday, but my dad is staying until we get all our projects done. Can I just say I am sooooo extremely beyond grateful for my dad. The fact that he is down here helping us, applying all his knowledge and expertise to help us renovate our home just moves me to tears. He is just so great.<br />
Anyway we have made excellent progress and hope to be able to move in sometime next week. So I am obviously sporting a very pregnant belly, and as such am kind of limited in what I actually can do to help with the renovating. But I took the kiddies over to the new house and let them "play" while I did what I could. After working for only 2 hours or so James came in crying. Now James is my toughest kid. With as wild/adventurous as he is, the kid gets banged up, but never cries about it. So I knew from the cry that he was obviously hurt, and sure enough I could see his collarbone poking underneath his skin at an odd angle. I asked him what happened and he said he "fell from his imaginary ladder when it turned into crumbs." Huh. Imaginary ladder? turning into crumbs? this kid has such an interesting imagination. But I'm still trying to figure out what happened. where is this imaginary ladder? it has to be somewhere, cuz collar bones don't just end up poking out at odd angles cuz of imaginary ladders, do they?<br />
So I called the nurse, and by the time she called me back, James was happy as could be on to his next adventure acting like his normal self, so she said to just watch him and if it got worse to bring him to the ER. James continued to act just fine, until he tripped and then was afraid to move his arm, so I knew I needed to get him checked out, but I refuse to go to the ER if I can help it. After the ridiculous fees we were charge and the run around and hoops we had to jump through the last time I ended up in the ER I didn't want to deal with that again, so I took him to the urgent care instead. <br />
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So when we finally saw the Dr, he started poking around james's collarbone area, and James, being the tough boy he is didn't cry, winced slightly and calmly replied, "ow." It cracked me up. What kind of kid calmly says "ow" when a Dr is poking around your broken bone. Well we didn't know it was broken, but it was obviously out of place. Anyway they did an xray and sure enough he broke his clavicle. SO since they cant set and cast that bone, they gave him a little sling and sent us on our way with the instructions he isn't suppose to use that arm or move his should around until it heals on its own. Yeah, that's proving to be impossible. James has been climbing, jumping, punching, hammering... you name it. I tell him over and over not to use that arm, but he is just so busy and active and wild that I don't think it will ever heal. <br />
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Daniel and I are kind of laughing thinking about the timing of it all. our boys are wild. And its really been miraculous that none of them have had any broken bones before now, but of course it has to happen when we are trying to get all these projects done. I'm kinda feeling like a lousy mom cuz I was just letting them do their own thing, so I could get stuff done, but look where that got me. Blasted all. But that's life. Gives you some curve balls at inconvenient times. But at least it wasn't worse. I just gotta try to figure how to keep this kid from using his arm for several weeks. Any suggestions?Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502108079609791602noreply@blogger.com5